The Purgatory

The Purgatory

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Hi, I'm Rosie Evans and I was 17 years old when I died in a car accident. When I was still alive, I was a non-believer of the afterlife, neither heaven nor hell. I didn't even think about it that much. I was living my life the fun but wrong way which most people do. I was a Christian but being religious wasn't my way of living. I feared death and didn't know that it could happen to me at a very young age. I feared having to hold my last breath and reach the end of my existence. That's what I believed... but I was wrong. Dead wrong. I woke up in a place where weird looking people live. They look so horrendous and so dead. I'm not so sure if this is heaven or hell for I don't see no God or Devil, a golden palace or fire. I see people... Candles... Mirrors... What are we doing here and where are we?
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The S.U.N. and The Peter Pan Project or the day I woke up in somebody else's bed... My name is Maya, I'm seventeen and I've grown up with my brothers on the Atlantic Coast in the South West of France. Nothing seemed unusual last night when I went to bed. I wished my brothers good night, went to brush my teeth and set my alarm clock before slipping into my bed. So what am I doing in this king size bed, cuddling this dark blue plush cushion, and getting high on the delicious masculine perfume somebody left on it? All this would be easier if somebody was around to answer my questions... But all I have are these bright pink Post-it notes with instructions... So what choice do I have other than to follow them? Don't judge me! What would you do?! ------------------------------------------- But what happens when the instructions lead her to a group of boys with a sun-shaped tattoo on their left wrist just like hers, and an uncanny ability to read her mind? And why are they investigating Peter Pan, the new drug that took the lives of her friends along with that of hundreds of French teenagers last year? Most importantly, why won't they answer her questions?! Sometimes, not knowing is actually safer... _____________________________________ I'd like to thank the very talented rainydays07 for the great cover!!! :)

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