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Leyla Thomson's sister is dead. And it was all her fault. Suffering through the pain of blame and self-loathing, Leyla fights her way through the dark world, trying to find her place without her sister to guide her. But in her world, there are boyfriends and blackmail, heartbreaking memories and wonderful new ones. With all light comes shadows, but will Leyla ever stop focusing on the bad instead of the good? Will the cute theater boy, South Evanson, help her or only guide her to more heartbreak? This is a story told through a collection of short stories, or "clips" that span a time period of about two years *Warning: this book deals with grief. If that is a trigger for you, don't read it. This story is clean, with no inappropriate scenes or cursing. PM me if you have any questions :D*
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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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