april 8th, 2017
I hit "send" on the 11th text I've sent Koa today. It's odd that he hasn't replied yet, but it's eight in the morning so he's probably still sleeping.
I turn my attention back towards the TV, reports about the fires spreading towards my area blaring on the screen. My parents don't seem to care, they're both preoccupied at the dining table with the newspaper's daily crossword puzzles.
I sigh, standing up to get some coffee as the news switches to a new segment.
"Now we have a missing persons report for a boy aged 17 in the Anaheim area." The TV whispers in the background. I hum, pouring cream into my coffee and walking back to the couch.
I'm about to sit on the sofa when the reporter's voice returns.
"Oh, we have the boy's name right here. Koa Harris."
My mug shatters on the ground.
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i never really liked fire
Short StoryAden never really liked people. They're the shy, reserved type; the one who read at recess instead of playing with the other kids. No one could get Aden to open up. Except Koa. When Aden met Koa at a coffee shop downtown, they hit it off immediatel...
