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247 pages, ebook
First published April 1, 2014

"What? And look like them [her classmates]?" I spat. "Like teenage replicas from Seventeen magazine? No. Thank. You."
"The bus was the epitome of hell for me, as Lilly and Emma were regular travelers of it, a fact that I found odd for popular teenage girls."
"It's been little more than a week!"
"I know, and I hardly understand it myself," he said, "but I know my heart and feelings. I know you are the one for me, Penelope. From the first moment I saw you, I knew it. A month. A week. A year. Time won't change how I feel-I'm sure of it. What we have is timeless."
"But honestly, Abbie, I think about you all the time. And I've been having these really weird dreams about you."
"It was as if he was my master, and I nothing more than a willing slave."


Why they bothered to pick on me I had never understood, but I was sure that if Lilly was ever in the same room as me, the same building even, then she would go out of her way to make trouble for me.
She took great pleasure in reminding me that I was an outsider and she was very much an insider.
“I know where the serial killer section is,” I replied thoughtfully, not breaking her stare. “You know, I read a story the other day about a girl who snapped and murdered all the stupid bimbos at her high school. Slit. Their. Throats. But not deep enough for them to die straight away, and it took them hours to bleed to death. Have you heard of her?”
“Is that why you dress like that? Why your hair is shorn off and face hidden behind gothic makeup?” he asked suddenly. “So I wouldn’t recognise you?”
"What? And look like them?" I spat. "Like teenage replicas from Seventeen magazine? No. Thank. You."