When Abhigale Survexon transfers to a new high school, she expects awkward reunions and unfamiliar hallways, not a reunion with her long-lost childhood best friend, Lucas or an instant friendship with the girl who turns out to be his sister.
But som...
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LUCAS KRETIN:GRANT GUSTIN
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CARA KRETIN: PEYTON LIST
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SERÉNA LIYAM: SADIE SINK
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PROLOGUE
Home,Winchester lane,San Francisco NorthAmerica 1:33 a.m.
I'm dead asleep when my phone buzzes. I reach out automatically, slapping it silent. My cold hands are cold and shaky. I can't help it. It's nearly DECEMBER.
Groaning, I grab the phone and hold it up to my face. The screen glares back at me: 1:34 a.m. One new text message.
It reads: HELP ME-c
I blink. CARA? I write back, my fingers clumsy on the screen.
A reply comes just seconds later.
YEAH I'M SCARED.
I sit up, suddenly wide awake. Kneeling on the edge of my bed, I peer out the window. Maybe she's tricking me, she's done it before, but the street is empty Just the same old damp and lifeless night. The graffiti on the cracked wall across the street stares back at me : faded, meaningless and grim.
The silence doesn't comfort me. I'm not in the mood for cryptic midnight texts. Goosebumps crawling up my arms and my heart beat starts to pound faster with every second . Something about her message, feels wrong.
My eyelids feel like lead, but my gut burns. The heat rises, spreads, blurring my vision. Something is wrong. Deeply wrong.
