THE REST OF MY FOREVER

THE REST OF MY FOREVER

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There were lots of sirens on the morning of October the eighth, enough to unsettle the best of us; and definitely enough to bring the town of Santasport to life. Three cars were parked outside: one was a big white ambulance and the other smaller ones were checked police cars. The paramedics had asked our examiner to get all of us out while they dealt with the body. One of them looked at me- his huge eyes appearing to gaze into my very soul. The look in his pupils confirmed what I already knew- Asa Griffith Jericho was gone. His reign of terror over me had finally ended. He was first to die, but not the last. ~*~* ___ Warning: This book contains themes of murder, depression and bullying. (all in moderation). 1st PLACE WINNER OF THE '𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵' 2020! 2nd PLACE WINNER OF '𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴' 2021! WINNER of BEST OPENING and 2nd PLACE WINNER OF THE 'Strawberry Milkshake Awards' 2021! DISCLAIMER: The picture used in the cover is in no way my property, the model is Abdule Niang. If you know the name of the photographer please just DM so I can credit them. Thanks.
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