Rosie Banks is a quiet and tough nine-year-old girl living in the Atlanta camp with her father, David Banks. After a few weeks at the camp, David gets to know the Dixon brothers. Rosie, being her father's own personal shadow, gets to know the Dixons as well. It doesn't take long for the Dixons to catch on to the many flaws in the relationship between Rosie and her father. Eventually, Merle decides to take matters into his own hands. Will Rosie ever come to understand that it was for the better? How will she survive without her father? ⚠️This book has mature themes such as abuse, sa, and suicide. They aren't constant, but they are there.⚠️ • Completed!!! If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!

Despite her rocky upbringing, Juniper Dixon strives to be kind to all things, even those who are not kind to her- except for the dead. She didn't really fit in at school or at home, but she supposes that doesn't really matter, now that the dead are walking. All that matters is that she keeps breathing. At least, that's what her dad says. • ⚠️ This book has mature themes such as EDs and abuse, with slight mentions of sa and suicide. They aren't constant and they're not nearly as intense as they are in Future Ghosts, but they are there. ⚠️ If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!

Since she was born, Sadie Maybank had felt different. The way people looked at her, the way her father made her feel like a liability, the way her brother treated her like something he didn't want to deal with and just did because he was told to. Her family had always been out of reach, as if her fingertips faded through their hands like a cloud. She didn't belong. Never had. The world wasn't hers, she was just living in everyone's else's. She had always been alone. Perched up on the swing-sets alone. Ate lunch during recess alone. Walked along the beach alone. Just always, awfully alone. She had always been. Until she wasn't. Until hope, care, family - one with no biological blood, just familiarity and the lingering feeling of safety that sat beneath her chest - clasped her hands together and made her feel like she belonged. But even then, beneath the surface of false truth, biting secrets tended to leave marks. ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀꜱ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 17 / 01 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ?? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2.