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Continúa, Has publicado ene 31, 2015
Summer 1998. A weird thing happened in Asti, Italy. Two years after the same happened in Malaysia. 2002 it happened in England. 2004 in Canada. 2009 Turkey and 2012 Brazil. The same sequence of things. Everything equal. Air Planes fell down. A part of the woods burned for no reason. People gone without an explanation. Things out of scientists control. But things that had an sequence of years to happen. A weird group of people in school said it'll happen again this summer, of course no one believes them. No one but Maya.
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Maya «I never wanted to be feared. I wanted to be seen. Not as a monster, but as a girl who loves the smell of rain and the warmth of sunlit grass. A girl who talks to animals as if they understand her and whispers secrets to the wind when no one's listening. But the world doesn't care what I want. It sees the glow in my eyes and the claws beneath my skin and decides what I am. A beast. A danger. And now, with my family hanging by a thread and strangers knocking at our door, maybe it's time I stop holding back. Let them see what happens when you corner a wolf.» Remi «The sea doesn't forgive mistakes. I learned that the first time I felt the salt bite my wounds and the ropes burn my hands. Out there, you either adapt, or you drown. I learned to strike before being struck, and to stare into the eyes of men who'd rather see me dead. But even as the waves carried me further from the past, it never truly let go. And now, the storm I thought I'd outrun has caught up with me. Maya needs me. My father needs me. But the sea took parts of me I can't get back. What if the man who returns isn't enough? What if I'm already lost?» Lynn «The city taught me how to survive and how to disappear. A glance, a twitch of the fingers, a slight tilt of the head, that's all it takes to pick a pocket or avoid a blade. I learned to watch, to wait, to strike. I became the shadow people fear in alleyways. And I like it. I like the power, the freedom, the knowledge that no one can touch me unless I let them. But then came Maya's letter. And suddenly, the walls I built to keep the world out feel more like a cage. My little sister needs me, and I hate that it scares me. Not the danger. But home. The girl I used to be. The girl I swore I'd never be again.» Three voices. Three paths. One storm, ready to break. We're not heroes. We're broken pieces, sharpened by pain. And when the storm hits, we'll either cut through it or be swept away.
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.