Polaroid Pictures

Polaroid Pictures

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When the first polaroid arrived at my door stop early morning, I assumed it was an early Christmas card, or maybe an invitation to a distant relatives wedding. The paper was crisp in my hand, and judging from the small damp patch on the back, I assumed it had only just be licked and sealed shut. Tearing it open, I looked down at the polaroid, and back up to the empty street. Everything was silent...except for my thumping heart. It was a picture of me, standing close to the headstone of my dead brother. Ten years ago my brother died in a freak car accident with some other kids. In the distance, someone stood close, watching. Adrian.
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In a world where the dead linger, one girl holds the key to helping them cross over. But Rose's quiet life is shattered when four mysterious brothers arrive with a dark secret. As tensions rise and some ghosts prove more dangerous than others, the brothers only want to keep her safe. Can she trust them, or will the secrets between them be her undoing? And will she ever be able to break through their masks? **COMPLETE** **SEQUEL IS ALSO COMPLETE** My death notebook was out. I surreptitiously slid it into my backpack. He offered me the cards. "Pick a game, Rose?" "Um." They looked at me. "How about cheat?" "Never heard of it," Alexander said, collapsing to sit on the floor with his back to my bed. Gabriel sat cross-legged. "Show us," he said. I knelt to complete the circle, taking out the cards and shuffling them. Alexander snorted and snatched the cards out of my hands to shuffle them himself. "I got it, drunk girl." "I am not," I said, tugging on the cards. My fingers tangled with his. He let them go. I distributed the cards among us, my hair swinging as I leaned forward to give them their share. I tucked it behind my ears. They watched me quietly. I could hear the party outside my room, a muffled shouting beat, but we were safe in my room.

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