Come find me. Come. Find. Me. What does she mean? Where do I go to find her?? I didn't know. How could I have known when I never knew her. I knew I had to talk to the guys about this. I had to tell them what happened. I shot up from my chair and flung my door open and stopped. A fist. A pale tiny fist with dark green nails is positioned where my door should be.
I looked down to see little Dakota looking at me. Her brown hair framing her porcelain face. Her eyes. Big and brown and... Sad, looking at me. "She's dead Gray. They found Eden. She's dead"
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Forgotten
Teen FictionGray Dillard attends boarding school. Yes, typical of an intelligent, attractive and relatively wealthy teenager with unaffectionate parents who prefer their distance with a child they don't really care for. This story is not about Gray's family tro...
