Saving Caroline

Saving Caroline

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida mié, ene 27, 20162h 50m
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Caroline walks past me brushing her cold hand over my shoulder. Caroline Sky is tall, with blonde hair that reaches to the middle of her back. She glances at me; tears in her stunning sky blue eyes. She almost never cries. The only time I saw her cry was when her grandma died. Riley's eyes boar into the side of my head. "What?" I whisper over the sad funeral music. "Caroline, looks different." She says. "Well wouldn't you look different if your family died? her hair is down also." I say. ••• After the accident Caroline wasn't the same. I didn't know if it was because she had no one left but me, or if her head hitting the window of the car damaged her brain. Whatever it is I need to save her. She was broken, and I couldn't fix her. ••••••• *First book* *Edited*
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"COME ON!" he yelled, popping back up and slicking his hair out of his face like he was in a shampoo commercial. "IT'S NOT THAT BAD!" "That's what people say right before they die," I muttered, clutching my towel tighter around my shoulders. Kai was already stripping off his shirt like we were in an Abercrombie & Fitch: Wilderness Edition ad. Robin, on the other hand, was sitting safely on a rock with a bag of chips, observing the chaos with a judgmental squint and zero intention of getting wet. "You going in?" Felix asked beside me, voice soft but teasing. He had his hoodie slung over one shoulder, his shirt lifted slightly where he was fidgeting with the hem. I looked at him, suspicious. "Are you?" He gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Only if you do." "Oh, so if I drown from hypothermia, you're cool going down with me?" "Basically," he said, and smiled-the real kind. The crooked, honest kind. The kind I was starting to crave without meaning to. And just like that, my stubborn pride made the decision for me. "Fine. But if I die, I'm haunting you first." ... The humorous people hater, Athena. The girl with a quiet demeanor when she's not with people she's comfortable with and who hates attention from people she doesn't like (which is probably many in this case). She always keeps a low profile in school and tries to push through the endless social interactions around her. The friend group who she lives with is the complete opposite, they're chaotic to say the least. The artsy blonde girl who has a dick of a boyfriend, and the gay dude with musical talent, where the best people she met. When she waits for the bus she takes from school to home, she meets the Asian boy who draws. Read to embrace their story. ... Complete:✔️

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