This is a re-written and hopefully better version of an old book with the same title that I wrote back in 2020.
Beatrice Ellison is a 13 year old girl who is determined to find a place where she belongs. But in order to do that she needs to find out...
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Everyone was silent, the only sounds that could be heard were the tires rolling over the ground, items shifting in the cabinets, and the faint tones of Kate Bush.
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I sat in between Dustin and Eddie with Dustin's hand tightly gripped in mine. We were all mentally preparing for the battle ahead and for the possibility that not everyone would come back. We didn't have the full group this time and usually when teams split up things go wrong. I couldn't really think of a single example of a team that split up in a movie or a book where everyone came out alive. But maybe this time will be different, maybe this time we'll be the group to beat the odds.
However just in case...I wrote letters. Letters that sat in a box on Steve's bed where I left them several days ago. If I'm being honest I've been rewriting these letters over an over for months. After what happened with the Russians, with Hopper, and then moving to California...I never really believed it was over. It just seemed like a pause that would soon become something bigger. Something worse, something unstoppable, something that would end life as we knew it. I didn't want to leave anything unsaid. So I wrote a letter, the first one I ever wrote was to Joyce, then Steve, then Will and soon I had several letters hidden in a shoe box under my bed.
It became a way to tell everyone how I felt without ever actually having to tell them. I even wrote letters to myself sometimes...those where the scary ones. The letters I wrote to myself when I couldn't sleep at night so I just put all my thoughts on paper. I burned a few of them, to afraid of what anyone would say if they found them. I'd be committed to Pennhurst or some other high security asylum for sure.
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