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The sun baked road wound back and forth unhindered by the exhaustingly beautiful mountains; driving through them I prayed for a miracle to keep me awake.

The Beginning

    The seductive song of the crickets has begun, luring me to the open window beside my rumpled bed. The long pale yellow curtains ripple in the cool summer breeze of the approaching night. Outside, the sky bleeds a rusty red.
    Bathed in the red glow, a man slouches against the porch of his small farmhouse. His rough fingers slide over the warped railing, scattering flecks of dirty white paint onto the broken floorboards. His wrinkles deepen as he tilts his head down to stare out at the wide expanse of land surrounding his shack.
    Beyond the shadows, Alastor lays in wait.

A Goodbye

    “Good morning Wakefield High students,” Bethany Masters announced through the classroom closed circuit monitor. She tilted her chin up and flashed her teeth at the camera, showing off her brand new—braces free smile. “Tomorrow will begin cap and gown measurements for all seniors. Mr. Slater will set up a booth in the lunch room and take head measurements and length…”
    Ashlin slumped in her seat. The end of high school; It is a big deal. One minute you are entering this huge unfamiliar world filled with raised expectations and responsibilities and once you start feeling comfortable with the routine they kick you out and call you a success. 
    She scanned the classroom, which had suddenly started buzzing over the news. Most of her fellow classmates were excited about moving on to college. Ashlin was just trying to focus on making it to graduation. She had ambitions; they just did not include more school. When she thought about the future only one thing was certain, and that was Ryan.


To Be Continued...