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"this is utter bullshit" I say as I push him away. He stares at me like a kicked puppy as I walk away.
My name is Harper Evans, I'm 16, a ginger who can tan, and sick of people's bullshit. My problem, Thomas Harlow, a person that I was friends with until 8th grade when he found out my secret. I avoid him, I really do try, but he shows up everywhere I go, the woods, school, my work, hell even in my sleep I can't get away from the guy. I can't tell if I want to punch him or make out with the idiot half the time, but I do know I'm drawn to him in some strange way. oh shit I almost forgot my other problem, I'm being chased by these crazy weirdos in hooded black robes. Did I mention the weird tattoos that popped up out of nowhere on my body last week?