The puddles soaked straight through the little girl's already-saturated light up sneaker; the ones she'd been so captivated by right up until the first rumbles of thunder. Now not even what she could see through the storm's hazy filter looked familiar. Another branch of lightening splits through the air, so close this time she can feel it ripple through the ground. Tears mix with the raindrops on her cheeks as she screams for her mother; her footsteps pounding over grass, black top, and grass again with no idea where they were carrying her.
The next brilliant shock freezes in the sky above her...
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Dla nastolatków"School. Work. Home. That was all you had to do..." If Viviane Belodrome could keep her head in school, maybe everyone else would too instead of passing time trying to convince her of the Summit St. Savior. If Karin Orellana had gone straight to w...
