A Pact for Eternity

A Pact for Eternity

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My death was almost normal. A simple but tragic bus crash was going to be the end of me. Tires screeching, horns blaring, and glass shattering. Those things were supposed to be my last memories, but they weren't. The way I really died was far more interesting than that. After all, isn't it strange I am able to tell the story of how it happened? *** Sierra Seong and Finn Lancaster have been best friends for twelve years. They've done everything together for as long as they can remember. However, some secrets aren't meant for even the best friends to share. That's the motto that Finn and his family have always followed. When Sierra is on the verge of dying, that all changes. Not ready to lose his best friend, he saves Sierra the only way he knows how. Even if she had to come back different. What price will she have to pay?
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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