When someone left without saying goodbye, they left you with unsettling emotion in the pit of your stomach, causing you to wake up in the middle of the night wondering why they had chosen to leave. When someone left without saying goodbye, they made you question yourself of what you had done that sent them away. When someone left you without a word, your heart is never the same. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ It was around two in the morning and everyone in the neighborhood was already asleep. Everyone but Kelsey Ferreira. Her eyes were wide awake, staring at the ceiling as her forefinger was tapping against the edge of her bed rhythmically, in time with the rain outside beating against the window. “It will be all right,” she told herself repeatedly while trying to control her labored breathing. Maybe if she had said it enough times, it would be true. Kelsey shut her eyes in agon

C H A P T E R  3 :  T H E  S H O W  M U S T  G O  O N Some people survive the chaos and that is how they grow, but some people thrive in chaos because chaos is all they know. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Kelsey knew the second she stepped into the History class in the third period that the rumor about what had happened last night had traveled the entire school. No one in Northern High who did not know what had happened last night at Mitch Hammer’s party. It was hard not to notice when the whole class grouped around Jennifer's table, listening to her every word. Jen was not a Regina George type, she was more of a Gretch

C H A P T E R  5  :  S C A R S  T O  Y O U R  B E A U T I F U L The way you left, scarred my heart brutally. And I do not know how writers do this, because it is anything but poetic. There is nothing poetic about the way your absence taunts my lonely heart. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The next day, Kelsey could hardly believe her own eyes as she watched him walking towards her table at the back of the classroom. It was French class in the last period and unlike the other classrooms, Ms. Josephine had chosen what used to be a Biology class as her second home. She had said that the long table for two would make it easier when they needed a partner to practice

C H A P T E R  7  :  W H E N  H E ' S  P L A Y I N G  H I S  P A R T My friends might not be perfect or near or best but they are people with enough love in their hearts to defend the righteous and good.  And that is why they come with those frayed edges and scratches, because to me what counts is a steady rhythm of love within their hearts. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ “Hey, wait up.” Flynn held her arm with one hand, planted the other on the table, and rose to his feet. He leaned in, giving her his smoldering look and the devilish smirk he always put on his lips whenever he was up to no good. “ have an idea to help you with —err, our thing. You see—” A small frown appeared on the middle of his forehead as he noted the peeking purplish color from undernea

C H A P T E R  9  :  W H E N  S P A R K S  F L YThere are questions you are seeking answers to, searching for light in a dark tunnel. So let me tell you something: there will come a day when you finally make it to the end of the tunnel to see the light shining, blinding your eyes. On this day, you shall understand that life is not easy, you just got better at handling it — that you have allowed yourself to search for the light rather than waiting for it to come to you because that is what heroes (heroines) do.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━The club was just like the other clubs in town, save for the fancy name it had. Nearly the second Flynn had stepped inside, the jocks who had invited him poured to his side, thanking him for coming and telling him all sorts of fun they were planning to have that evening.Clearly did not get the message tha