She was a small-town girl; the kind that lived in the same place forever. And I was the exact same -- just a guy. But we didn't start talking till the day after she got shot. I always noticed her; but she never noticed me. She was a good girl. Didn't disobey anybody, didn't do anything dangerous, nothing like that. ...
Four girls --- one guy. Each devastatingly in love, and each with a diary to write their thoughts in. Diaries that I have right here. Want to read them? Don't worry. Secrets are always spoken.
Callie is stressed, depressed, and undead-obsessed. And now that her mother is moving her to New Orleans to live with her new stepdad, she couldn't be happier. I mean, what could be a better place to try and stir up some spirits? Right away, she meets the most superstitious girl you could ever find. Gwen tells he...