I cry as the bright light from the sun pierces my eyes. On my back, I’m restless once nobody notices me. Suddenly the light darkens, and a face is hanging above me, but not one I know. I cry harder, but the motherly person picks me up and muffles my cries against her chest.
“This is the babe we’ve been looking for,” she says to someone next to her.
“Are you sure?” a lower voice says.
“Yes.” I hear the smile in her voice.
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Talking Out Loud
Teen FictionAbbi isn't your everyday average teenager. She can sing, dance, act, and (when she's excited) talk the hind leg off of a mule. Will isn't just her best friend and her neighbor, but he also has a tragedy that has followed him almost his whole life...
