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If you have been reading for a while, or from the start and read the chapter before this one came out, I described a quote on Ivy’s wall that said ‘don’t make permanent decisions on temporary feelings’. Well I changed it to song lyrics. I changed it to something Ivy would more likely like more if she were a real person. So I changed it to some lyrics from a BMTH song- Hospital For Souls.
Okay! That’s all. I just wanted to tell you so that you didn’t get confused!
Also, I added a cast list. I can't think of everyone, so, yeah. Theres some that I could picture :)
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After dinner, Matt offered to take me back to my room, but I declined. I wanted to find it myself. I walk the hallways alone, collecting all my thoughts. I try to remember where to go, but I’m pretty sure I went the wrong direction at the start. But I don’t mind, I wanted time to myself roaming.
I start to get tired and slow my walking, coming to my senses. “Where am I?” I mutter to myself. I look over my shoulder, wondering whether or not I should keep walking forward, or just go back and find someone. I start to turn around when a deep voice startles me. “Are you lost?” I spin around toward the voice to see a boy, around the age of 19, standing in an open doorway leaning on the doorframe. He had dark hair that was disheveled and just sat on his head. He wore a thin, white singlet and ripped, black jeans. He had tattoos covering his arms and across his chest. The tattoos lead all the way up to his neck, and covered it, and then stopped. That’s a lot of tattoos. But he didn’t have any piercings. “Um… Yeah. I am kinda lost.” I reply after checking him out. He was the type of guy I liked. He smiled a crooked smile. “Where you headin’ to?”
“Uh, my room?”
“Number?”
“I don’t really feel like giving my phone number to a stranger.” I say stubbornly, crossing my arms.
“No,” He laughed. “I meant room number.”
“Oh,” I breathe out, unfolding my arms. “Room 82.”
“Um…” He says, looking like he was trying not to laugh. “Look at what room number I am.” He moves out of the way and closes the door slightly to show the number. 78.
“Oh.” I mutter. “Well, I think I can find my way now. The first couple of times I was walked to my room, I think we came from the other way. So, thanks for your help, uh…”
“Cody. Cody Banner.” I snap my head to look at him. Ah, that’s why the name was familiar. He works at the music shop back at Kapeton. Wow. He’s a while away from home, I think.
“You’re touring me.” I say.
“You’re Ivy?”
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The Safe House
Боевик(originally Gone)16 year old Ivy Dane is an outcast. She doesn't have any friends, and is abused at home. The Dane family leave their hometown, and move to BridgePoint. Ivy starts to notice two men watching her all the time and soon she is kidnapped...
