I'm that teenaged girl who has MS. You haven't met me, but you've seen me around. You probably know my sister. We're twins, and she's the pretty one. Maybe you've heard about my reputation, how much I like to hook up at parties-how easy it is to get me in bed, get what you want, and forget about me after. Forget what you think you know. I'm leaving that girl behind. College is all about new beginnings. So from now on-I'm just Cass. And the rest...it isn't written yet. And no one else gets to write my story for me. -------- "Tyson Preeter doesn't do can't." That's exactly what I want people to...
I'm that teenaged girl who has MS. You haven't met me, but you've seen me around. You probably know my sister. We're twins, and she's the pretty one. ...
Nico Medina's world is eleven miles away from mine. During the day, it's a place where doors are open-where homes are lived in, and neighbors love. But when the sun sets, it becomes a place where young boys are afraid, where eyes watch from idling cars that hide in the shadows and wicked smoke flows from pipes. West End is the kind of place that people survive. It buries them-one at a time, one way or another. And when Nico was a little boy, his mom always told him to run. I'm Reagan Prescott-coach's daughter, sister to the prodigal son, daughter in the perfect family. Life on top. Lies. My...
Nico Medina's world is eleven miles away from mine. During the day, it's a place where doors are open-where homes are lived in, and neighbors love. Bu...
First, I had to remember how to breathe. Then, I had to learn how to survive. Two years, three months and sixteen days had passed since I was the Rowe Stanton from before, since tragedy stole my youth and my heart went along with it. When I left for college, I put a thousand miles between my future and my past. I'd made a choice-I was going to cross back to the other side, to live with the living. I just didn't know how. And then I met Nate Preeter. An All-American baseball player, Nate wasn't supposed to notice a ghost-of-a-girl like me. But he did. He shouldn't want to know my name. But he...
First, I had to remember how to breathe. Then, I had to learn how to survive. Two years, three months and sixteen days had passed since I was the Rowe...