The deafening sound of Harry Style's voice booming out of my phone interrupted my blissful nap. I groaned and grabbed the phone. Nobody respects my sleep. I stared at the unfamiliar name that popped up on the screen: Caleb. Who is he? I ended the call but the ringer went off again. I furrowed my brow in confusion. I looked up and looked at my surroundings.
I was sitting on a white bed covered in purple covers in a room full of posters and pictures of people i don't know. Where am I?
Panic started to build up in my chest. I clutched the blanket closer to my chest and took deep breaths. Suddenly, the door burst open and two strangers walked in.
A tall man, still in his pyjamas and a woman, looking like stress was taking its toll on her. "Lauren? What is taking you so long? Breakfast is ready." The women said frowning.
My eyes widened. Who is Lauren? Who are they? And where am I? Fear took over me as I jumped out of the bed. The people standing at the door backed away in surprise.
The man took a step towards me. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I ran.
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The Last Hour
ChickLitLauren, a sixteen year old girl, suffers from a disease that causes memory loss and is killing her. During the last hour of her life, she remembers her previous relationship with Caleb. At the end, there is only one question in everyone's mind: Will...
