It was raining and cold, the kind of cold that seeps under your skin and eats away at your bones. I trudged into school, soaking wet, and headed straight for my locker. I didn’t feel much like talking to anyone, especially not KC Stone, but there she was, standing in front of my locker with a wai...
I woke up in the dark, to a voice whispering in my ear, “Wake up, Charlie.” I couldn’t place it. “Wake up,” it hissed. I couldn’t figure out where I was. In my room at Choke? Hawaii? No … the inn? “Cha...
I didn’t have a clue where I was or how I got there, so I tried to sit up and have a look around. Problem was, my head felt as if it’d been cracked open like an egg at a Sunday brunch, so the world went topsy-turvy faster than you can say concussion. I flopped back down and tried to suss out my s...