Have you ever wondered what's in the sky? What's in that vast darkness beyond our atmosphere? Our universe is home to many things, but not home to a place for me.
Erin. A name my mom always loved. I guess that's why she named me that. But, even if I wanted to, I couldn't ask her. She died two years ago in a car accident. The truck was barreling towards her and wouldn't slow down. Knocked her right off the bridge and into the shallow creek below. I don't think about her too much, now. I don't think about anything too much anymore.
My dad decided three months ago to pack our things and move from our little house in Virginia to Florida. I would've loved to go to Tampa or Orlando, but Dad had other plans. He found a house near Pensacola not too far from our grandparents' home.
I'd like to say I enjoyed the move, but I can't. Not after what happened next.
I'm not a social person. I don't have many friends (well, none now). And I don't like to talk. There weren't too many schools to choose from, but I didn't want to go to any of them. I just couldn't think of myself finding anyone who wanted to be my friend, and quite frankly, I didn't want anyone to even speak to me, and that's the way I like it. I don't talk them; they don't talk to me. Easy. Or at least I thought it was easy.
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When Stars Burn Out
Подростковая литератураErin is a fifteen year old girl who just moved to a new town. She doesn't know anyone, nor does she want to. But when a boy named Liam makes more than one effort to be her friend, she opens up a little. When accidents happen and Liam is near deat...
