I don't why but something inside of me would not let me leave. Usually I'd know my boundaries, but something about the stranger made me want to stay and help him in every way possible. Without thinking I reached up and touched his forearm. My jaw dropped. It was hot to touch like somebody's forehead would be if they had a fever even though he was only wearing a flannel shirt in the middle of Vermont's winter. At the same time that my skin touched his his body relaxed and his skin temperature began to drop. I stared at him in disbelief. Kye was right. Something wasn't right at all.

Would YOU trust someone who bought you off Ebay? Grace is sick of being labelled a snob because of her money. She's sick of her backstabbing friends and her mansion of a house. She doesn't know how to tell if people are friends with Grace, or Grace's money, and all she really wants is a fresh start. So she decides to sell herself on Ebay. Setting up a fake account, she sells herself as a teenage dropout who 'will work for money'. When 'Jas737' wins the auction, everything seems innocent. She gets to work cleaning his apartment, and for once in her life realizes how it feels to have responsibility, and a friend who doesn't judge her for her wealth. But unfortunately for Grace, she learns that you can't trust everyone the hard way. Who's not to say there's other people tracking her down with different meanings for "work"? after all, how's a 'helpless teenage drop out with no money supposed to save herself? Will she be able to keep up her disguise? Is Jas737 even as trustworthy as he says he is? Maybe Grace should have thought twice about selling herself over the internet.

When Lily was five, she had a friend named Alec. He was a ghost. But they got into an arguement, so she told him to stay out of her life. And he did. What happens ten years later, when he re-enters her life?

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...