Dylan Puckett

Dylan Puckett

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Mystery
"The truth wouldn't be so precious if lies were not told" Dylan Puckett returns to Birdville after five years to unravel the mystery behind his mother's death. Amidst the struggle, romance, friendship and teenage drama pop up. However, the birds of Birdville will have to chirp again. "Surprised to see me, huh? Not looking so good after you brutally attacked my face, nah? So much for being a friend." Dylan Puckett, together with his friends solve the mystery and bring back the dead birds of Birdville to life again. "Keep your pals aware, Dylan Puckett is back in town." Status [Complete] Unedited All copyrights are reserved to @khalil_alaweif. It is an original fictitious story and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Thank you.
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The body. The words snap in my mind like a whip. I look at Daisy and Cassie in the back seat, still terrified, pale as if they'd seen a ghost. We unbuckle our seatbelts and get out of the car, instantly sober, running toward Sarah, who's been standing for a few minutes in front of the body lying face down in the middle of the road, keeping us from seeing his face. (...) Cassie kneels down and checks the pulse of the boy lying in front of us. We already know the truth, but we still hope his heart is beating. We hope there's still a chance. But there isn't. She turns the body over so we can see his face. And there he is: Dylan Hastings, eyes open, but no longer alive. Blood is smeared all over his body, and I stumble back the second I see it. His eyes, which earlier were full of laughter, now hold nothing but a deep, hollow emptiness. My stomach twists. I might throw up any second now. Dylan Hastings is dead. And we're the ones responsible for it.

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