Red. Blue. Red. Blue.
Back and forth, red and blue, night and day, red and blue.
Red. Blue. Red. Blue.
Turning, moving, head throbbing. Sounds and images were distorted, like details didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered now.
Red. Blue. Red. Blue.
Darkness.
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How To Fly
Teen FictionIts two months after the "Incident" and Angela knows she will never be the same. She is shipped off to live with her aunt, uncle and three cousins that she had never met before half-way across the country. She is wary of them, but soon befriends her...
