I remember when Michael touched my arm.
It sent chills throughout my body. Like the chills I felt after the accident of the night. Now I know it's hot in California in the summer, early fall.
But I was dying. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, but me.
I attempted to wear as little clothing as I could, but covered up all the private parts.
My mother just smiled at me before I walked out the door and thought I wanted to get a tan and chucked sun screen at me.
I laughed and I walked out the apartment door and threw on sunglasses.
If it was 95, it felt like 115 to me.
I went to find the building my graphic design class would be held in.
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Letters to Charlie
ParanormalWhat happens when your best friend saved your life by giving up his, but there's a catch. He will come back, just not entirely alive. But something went wrong with Charlie. He's been in the hospital for over a year before his parents decide to pull...
