My name is Sandy. I am 17. All my life I have been afraid. There is no place to hide. I have no choice, I cannot be afraid. I cannot be afraid.
My name is Brooklyn. I am 18. My sister needs me. I must make it out. I must be brave. I must be brave.
My name is Jackie. I am 17. The world will not destroy me. I have come too far. I have to show what I'm made of. I will not be brought down. I will not be brought down.
My name is Jackson. I am 17. I have to protect Jackie. I have to look strong. I have to be strong. I have to be strong.
My name is Brexly. I am 18. All my life I have given up. Now I have no choice. I cannot give up. I cannot give up.
My name is Lihla. I am 17. Everyone thinks I am weak. That I will be the first to die. I am not weak. I am not weak.
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Summer Camp
Teen FictionFate has a funny way of doing things and bringing people together. I'm Sandy, the girl in the back of the room that you don't know the name of and always has her head in a book. I have been through things you couldn't comprehend and didn't think thi...
