November twenty second. Three sixteen am. A phone started buzzing loudly against the bedside table. And then, a light in the hallway flickered on and a woman burst into the room, shouting. "Ever! Ever wake up now! Come on, come on! You've got to go! You've got to run!" Run. The word stuck in your head. Run where though?

For anyone who clicks on this.... I am so sorry O.o ... it's a trash story from middle school lol Fear Tracy is doing the best she can to just get through high school and be done with everything. She doesn't have any friends to distract her, just some bullies, and she almost makes it through without getting too close to anyone. Unfortunately, a good looking, black haired boy has different plans. Why won't he just leave her alone? This might start out to be a quintessential love story, but trust me, it's not.