Prologue
I used to love fireworks.
I loved the dazzling colors that set the sky aflame in bursts of red, gold, and blue. I loved the buzz of anticipation and excitement that floated through the humid night air, slowly seeping into your skin. I loved the sudden boom you heard as they skyrocketed into the night, crackling and shimmering until they’ve disappeared in a dwindling waterfall of lights.
Fireworks used to make me feel alive.
Until, this summer.
Until the Fourth of July.
The vivid colors that used to leave me in awe have burned out, quickly crumbling into nothing but ash. The familiar booms have faded, drowned out by the sound of my heart beating violently against my chest. That buzz of excitement has dissolved into a feeling of dread and anguish, churning low in the pit of my stomach.
I used to love fireworks.
Now, I hate them.
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Just Breathe
Teen FictionOlivia Mercer used to have it all: popularity, good grades, captain of the varsity soccer team. Then the summer before her senior year, something changes. Now she’s the girl who’s gone wild: partying, drugs, failing grades. Then she takes it too fa...
