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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The bell rang and I quickly sprawled up from my seat, heading to my next class. Nothing interesting happened there, and before I knew it, it was lunch time. I took my time walking to the cafeteria, looking for Whitney. I stop..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It was a great night. In fact, it was so great that a casual walk outside sounded nice. I grabbed my thick blue jean jacket before I jumped out of my window. Nighttime was the best time for me to go out. I could hide easier and not worry too much about getting caught or being seen. After all..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I left the school and started driving over to Whitney&amp;rsquo;s. I had to get to the bottom of this. It was killing me not to know. She made me leave for no apparent reason and then came out of nowhere to defend me and then left. None of it was making sense and not knowing made me wonder const..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, my mom was home. I put my shirt over my head and controlled my breathing. Deep breaths. One, two, three, breathe in. One, two, three, breathe out. After a few minutes of breathing practices, I walked inside of my house, heading to the kitchen first. I could hear my uncle, Jerr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There we stood, with her bright green eyes glowing, in the dark lake under the vibrant moon. She moved her cold, pale body against mine and breathed heavily on the side of my neck. She wanted my blood; I could feel her heart racing and thumping out of her chest. She mov..</description>
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			<title>Attraction</title>
			<description>Ryder Smith, a seemingly ordinary teenager, distants himself from most people. Well that is until Whitney Davis arrives as the very attractive new girl. They both fall quickly in love with eachother despite the fact that they aren't supposed to be togethe</description>
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