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Concluida, Has publicado sep 11, 2019
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The hot summer breeze takes away the screaming of teenagers being...well, teenagers. 

Simon Sanchez, a teen who's bored of what his life has become, decides to make a new friend group, comprised of several deadbeat idiots who don't know what their future will lead. Before entering into high school, these misfits must make their 8th grade freedom count. Or else, it'll be gone before they know it. 


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There is a darkness that lives in silence. Not the kind you can hear. Not the kind you can fight or run from. It is the quiet that settles in the spaces between words. The empty rooms where laughter once echoed, now hollow and cold. The glance that flickers away too fast, the words that hover on the tip of a tongue but never fall. It is a darkness made of things left unsaid. Of promises broken without a sound. Of love turning brittle and sharp. You don't feel it at first. You tell yourself everything is fine. That the smiles are real. That the morning sunlight warming the kitchen is enough to hold the day together. But deep down, something is unraveling. You can't see the threads coming loose, but they pull harder with every breath you take. The foundation beneath you trembles, slow and steady. The people who are supposed to be your safe harbor-your family-are falling apart behind closed doors. And you stand in the middle, too young to understand, too old to ignore the shadows in their eyes. They tell you to be happy. To be strong. To believe in the future. But their voices falter. Their hands shake. They hide secrets in whispered phone calls and hurried gestures. And even when you don't want to see it, you know. You know that this summer is not a break. It is a reckoning. A reckoning wrapped in warm air and salty sea breeze. A reckoning dressed as a fresh start. Because some silences are louder than screams. And some endings don't wait for the night to fall. They begin in the golden light of a seemingly ordinary morning. The moment before everything breaks.