I NEVER HAD ME BUT THREE friends. Last spring right after I turned fifteen, I lost one and almost lost the other two. I lost Rex, Isaac nearly died, and I near about lost Cinda because of impure thoughts. Until last spring, I never knew much about hating or about how wanting revenge eats away at your insides. Truth be told, there’s a bunch I didn’t know until last spring. Sometimes I wish awful bad that I had never had to learn.
