coby sawyer didn't have the best life. she lived with her shitty mother and stepdad, who wasn't a good guy. she had a brother, but he suddenly disappeared out of thin air, barely leaving a trace of his existence. to get away from her horrible life...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧
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𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐁 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 back to keep themselves hidden. jj was now in the middle row, everyone waiting for pope to get back to the truck with tickets to the ferry. coby was looking at the cast that was still around her hand, her eyes running over the dried blood from sheriff peterkin. she had been quiet the whole car ride to the ferry, but the pogues couldn't blame her. she had experienced something traumatizing and was now being blamed for said thing. john b saw her staring at her cast with a sad look on her face, making him reach over to her casted arm and pull it down so that she wouldn't be able to look at it anymore. the curly haired girl looked at him, the taller boy looking back with raised eyebrows.
"okay." pope's voice appeared, the heyward boy making his way back to the vehicle. "okay. all right, no."
"pope, can you act normal?" kie questioned as she watched the boy walk around the suv to the driver's side.
"so, um. . . okay, so, bad news." pope announced, making everyone look at him. "the ferry's closed, and there is this." he continued, handing kie the flyers that was in his hand through the rolled down window of the door. kie took the flyers, looking down at them as pope got into the driver's seat. she then looked back at jj, her eyes wide as the maybank boy grabbed it.
