A planet like earth, but bigger

Wesley Peterson trudged through the front door of his new 'home'. However, home had never been a place for him. His home was always in people. And his father ripped his home right under his feet, letting him fall onto the front door welcome mat of Quinberry Lane. ^*^*^*^ He stood between the two fading yellow lines, back towards the house. Brown eyes vacant, as if reminiscing a disturbing memory, he looked ahead of him. Jordan's hands pounded against the glass window of the house the boy was leaving behind. He was screaming but nothing could be heard. In vain, he continued the futile process of creating as much racket as possible. The boy, however, still stood in between the yellow lines, statuesque. The oncoming beams of headlights sliced through the thick fog and the suffocating darkness. It always ended that way, always. A never ending loop; always ending in death.

Ash. Kimberly. Flynnt. Crystal. Mitchel. Grayson. Crystal and Flynnt, once childhood friends, are now neighbors that hardly acknowledge each other's existence. Ash is now getting back on his feet, finally getting to a point where he can focus on what he wants to do. Kimberly is moving on off to the college of her dreams, life seemingly perfect--going her way for once. Grayson, quite in his own mannerisms, is getting tips and critiques from a local famous artist. And Mitchel is one song away from getting the album of his dreams. But all of this changes when fate decides to come crashing in. Sitting in their livingrooms, the televisions read The List of names. Ash. Kimberly. Flynnt. Crystal. Mitchel. Grayson. The new members of the M. A. F.; Missionary Agents Fighting for Freedom. The pretty little label that hides a more sinister secret. **** FANTABULOUS COVER MADE BY @-QuietStream