If Looks Could Kill

If Looks Could Kill

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Trevor has always felt stuck where she is. But the once in a lifetime chance to go on the road trip she's been dreaming about since she was a kid may help to fix that. It'll just be her and the open road. Or so she thought. When three of her classmates find a way to join in on her plans, she worries it may not be the trip of her dreams. But over the course of the roadtrip, she begins to learn what it really means to have others care about her. And to care about others. And one special boy, whose cloudy blue eyes will always remind her of the ocean, may have a large part in that.
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"I just realised something." I say, breaking the long silence from the journey. "I'm not gonna be too sad if we don't end up finding her." I speak looking straight ahead as I drive down the road, a million thoughts running through my head. I continue, "Maybe cause to travel is better than to arrive. It's actually what has happened along the way that counts; the tears, the falls and the friendship. It's about the journey and not the destination. And I know she'd think the same. So, I guess, we just gotta trust that the future is gonna work itself out like it's supposed to." I finish off and the other two don't say anything. I glance towards them to see them watch me with apprehension. We all fall silent once again as the trees pass by us, unable to stop thinking about that one silly, reckless knobhead. Friendships are nice that way, just a bit complicated

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