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Midnight Grey

Midnight Grey

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After the tragedy of her parents death, Lynnette Warren had everything in control. She had the perfect grades and the best organizational skills anyone could dream of. Even though her long term best friend would try to derail her, she wouldn't let anyone let her loose sense of her control. That was until one morning she had a dream. In this dream she was in love with an amazing guy and the dream turned swiftly into a nightmare, where this love was murdered right before her eyes. She tried to let the dream go and go back to her routine, but on the way to class she runs into a boy who looks exactly like the one in her dream. She had never met anyone like him and she doesn't know if she can resist him. But if she doesn't, will this dream come true?
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Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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