Prologue
I run. My legs burn, but I run. I run until my eyes sting from the cold night air rushing across my cheeks. Until my footsteps echo to a beat so fast I cannot make out one from the other. I take no longer than a second to look behind my back. I find nothing. Great. The one thing I was told to do and I blew it. That's just great.
I turn the corner, panting, but luckily still moving. I look around the empty street. I'm fairly new, so it's still hard to find the little gray scratch above the third brick on the second building on Columbus Avenue. But once I do, again, I look around the world I stand upon. Still, I see no one in sight. I push slightly on the maroon brick blocking me from the world on the other side. As my fingers just barely skim over the rough-texture, the wall I face dissolves into a gray, beat-up door that brings flashbacks to the first time I ever touched that brick.
I set my index finger in the middle of the large dial and turn it to "5b." With a tiny squeak, the door opens and I enter through the invisible force field and feel the familiar reformation. I shut my eyes, blocking them from the glares of the other Brawns.
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The Brawns
Teen Fiction"I hate my freckles." I look down at my shoes, going against the force of his hands cupping my cheeks. He places his thumb under my chin and tilts my head so my gray eyes and his blue eyes interlock. "Well I love every one of them." He kisses my...
