Life goes by with the concept of time, everything you do, has a date, a year, a month, a day, an hour, a moment, a second, a millisecond, a nanosecond and so on and so forth. Now don't quote me on the specific order because I'm not exactly sure which is bigger between the two (Nano and mili). Everything you do is timed. Everything has a specific order and we are not meant to mess with those orders, and when you do you face the consequences. Whether you are sinning against your religion, or committing a crime against the law that holds the forces of law and order together between society and the classes of the rich, the poor and the ugly. Everything you do, has a moment to back it up, you just have to say when and do it. You can let the future come to you, or you can chase the future and bring it to you. You can follow the foot prints in front of you or you can venture out and make your own. We've been living like this for to long. I, Scarlette Roosevelt, got pulled into some I didn't even know existed. We are what we are until conformity hits us. And I am known as Scar, and this, is my story.
When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets.
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Natalie Driscoll is dead.
She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers.
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