[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

In a matter of minutes, perhaps seconds, I could be gone forever and I wouldn't even know it. I wouldn't know anything. What a waste of everyone's life. I saw Ashley's veins bulge and her face flush before drawing in one last and final breath. I shivered. Four, I counted. Sixteen girls more to go. *** BOOK 1 Now complete! ( FEATURED ON WATTPAD FRIGHT'S Young Adult Scares reading list) The 2018 FICTION AWARDS WINNER!! Highest rank: #39 in Horror as of 02/06/18

She regained her freedom to face terrible heartbreak And the one person who stood by her was her source of pain RULE NO 1: LOVE NOT, TRUST NOT, YOU'LL BE SAFE