It had always been a little weird living in a "small town" with 50,000 people. People called it small and tight-knit, but in reality, there were kids at my school that I'd never seen before. We had 3 high schools in Green Lake, two public schools and a private. I went to Casa High, the largest and most corrupt of the selection with 2,000 students and not enough Spanish textbooks to meet the legal requirements. Green Lake was a huge baseball town, three boys who'd graduated from Casa had become MLB players. We lived in the east side of town, the bad-luck side. Six members of east Green Lake had died from either freak accidents or murder within a year of each other. Obviously big city neighborhoods might have that many deaths in just a month, but it's uncommon for a suburban nighborhood in Northern California. The ammount of memorial bracelets honoring kids from my school was getting getting out of hand, and funerals were getting to be normal around here.
If you're assuming that this will be your cliche story of a girl living in a boring small town and meets a boy who turns her life upside down, you'd be right. But, this he isn't an ordinary boy and this isn't an ordinary love story.
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playing with fire // l.h.
Fanfiction"did you actually do it?" "do what?" "kill them."
