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1. ghostwriter_x3
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   December 28, 2010 2:26pm UTC
   My sister's boyfriend's a ginger.
   
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2. ghostwriter_x3
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   November 27, 2010 8:48pm UTC
   Chocolate Stare
   Chapter Seventeen
   Damon Niagra sat in front of his father. Cass sat next to him, hugging him. The rest of the Niagra children stood there, still, dumbfounded.
   "How could you do it?" Damon finally uttered, avoiding direct eye contact with the man who had single-handedly ruined his life. "You cheated on Mom and proposed to the other woman. Now Mom's gone. She didn't even--she didn't even say goodbye." The tears he shed over Riley were now being shed over the loss of his mother, who, after discovered that she had been divorced by her cheating husband, left.
   "Kids...these years have been stressful. The economy...I needed someone who wasn't expectant of me. All Mom wanted from me was money so we could maintain our social status. I was going into debt. Dollison saved me...she took the pressure, the strain off. She was going through some tough times herself...I think you all will love her."
   "Love her, huh?" Cass spat, squeezing the shoulder of her younger sister Jane, who was a senior.
   "She's great. And your mother will be back."
   "So that woman is moving in here? I'm--I'm not okay with this," Jane piped up, shaking her head, choosing not to believe it.
   
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3. ghostwriter_x3
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   November 27, 2010 8:36pm UTC
   McDonald's or Burger King?
   New York or Los Angeles?
   Democrat or Republican?
   Cats or Dogs?
   Coke or Pepsi?
   Papa Gino's or Pizza Hut?
   Abercrombie or Hollister?
   Stop & Shop or Shaw's?
   Mac or PC?
   _
   YOU CAN'T CHOOSE BOTH.
   why can't the world stop competing [against] each other?
   
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4. ghostwriter_x3
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   November 27, 2010 1:10pm UTC
   Chocolate Stare
   Part Seventeen
   Dollison withdrew her right hand from her pocket. On the fourth finger was an enormous diamond ring that twinkled despite the fluorescent lighting.
   Riley gasped. "Oh--my--Dollison, Jeremy pro-proposed?"
   Dollison nodded, smiling. "We're moving in with him. I know you've never met him, but he's the richest man in town and the sweetest...he has a boy your age. And a few other children, but they're in high school and college..."
   "Really? A kid in my grade? Who?"
   "His name begins with a 'D' but I forget it, quite honestly."
   "Oh...wait, a 'D'? And Jeremy is the richest in town? Hmm, rings a bell. Has he been married before?"
   "Yeah, he was married while we were dating actually...but he didn't tell anyone...he told his wife last night and she left..."
   Riley gasped again, this time horrified. "Dollison! That's awful! Is this why you're being nice to me? To persuade me to--oh, I don't know, agree with your decision to pursue a married man?"
   "Divorced! And no! I'm finally happy, I've overturned a new leaf."
   "Huh. Okay, yeah, sure. I'm not going to live with you and Jeremy. It'd be awkward for me too, since the boy is in my school, in my grade. What's the last name?"
   "Niagra."
   WHAT!?!??!?!??!??!?!?!??!?
   
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5. ghostwriter_x3
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   November 20, 2010 9:31pm UTC
   Chocolate Stare
   Part Sixteen
   Riley went inside the trailer after about ten minutes' contemplation. Warily, she crossed through the doorway and into the kitchenette--strikingly clean.
   The dishes were in the cabinets, sparkling. The sink was empty; no fruit flies. The living room was vacuumed, the blanket folded.
   Riley rubbed her eyes. Tonight wasn't real. First, she'd ran into her mother who'd abandoned her. Dollison and her late father then proclaimed Riley's mom dead when she didn't return, that she'd committed suicide.
   Now, Dollison was being nice to her. She wasn't calling her a sl*t or an unworthy b*tch. She was being motherly.
   Was she on some sort of brutal reality show that twisted your life upside down?
   Dollison was at the counter, pouring some water into a cup with ice. She handed it to Riley. "Here. Drink."
   Cautiously, Riley took the cup. She sniffed it, even though she knew the water had came right from the faucet and hadn't been...handled (poisoned). "What's this?" she asked.
   "Water. You need it. You've gotten a lot tonight. Wh-where did you see your mother?"
   Riley told her the story, putting her emotion into it. She'd never had anything close to a heart to heart before, considering the fact she had no mom and no friends. But talking to Dollison--she still couldn't believe she was talking to her--she put her mood into her words. She really expressed how she felt.
   Dollison nodded after. "I'm sorry I told you she was dead. It's just--it's just that I was so angry. At the debts, at your father's illness and then his death. I'm sorry I've been so mean, but life hasn't been going great for me at all, and I feel like all good things come to an end. I just threw everything onto you. I wanted to make you feel worthless, like I did."
   There were tears in her eyes.
   Riley shook her head. "After all these years, I just can't believe this has happened. All in one night. But Dollison. Why?"
   Dollison took a deep shaky breath. Uh-oh. Was this next piece of news going to be good or bad?
   
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6. ghostwriter_x3
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   November 20, 2010 9:06pm UTC
   you're eyes whispered have we met
   cross the room your silhouette
   starts to make its way to me.
   <3
   
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7. ghostwriter_x3
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   November 20, 2010 9:06pm UTC
   TODAY IN CHORUS, THE CHOIR TEACHER SANG TO THE ADORABLE AUTISTIC BOY:
   can can, can you
   do the can can?
   can you do the--
   his response?
   NO, I CAN'T.
   
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9. ghostwriter_x3
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   November 11, 2010 5:16pm UTC
   Chocolate Stare
   Part Thirteen
   "Riley, stop! Stop moving."
   By now, a couple people began to look up from their menus in general wonder.
   The bartender hurried out from behind the bar and snatched Riley's trembling shoulder. Riley still didn't turn around, but the voice breathed down her neck, giving her the chills, forcing her to look.
   "Dollison...Dollison said you were dead. Dead." Riley whimpered. She revealed her tearstained face.
   The bartender was a worn-looking woman. She had a pretty face that looked as though it'd been demanded to sustain for a million years. Naturally, exhaustion started to linger in the whites of her brown eyes. Her age estimated to be around early thirties, late twenties. She cracked a smile, but she too was crying. "Dollison Huckleberry? Is she still around?"
   Riley stared at this woman, this woman she had loved and lost. She wanted to take her hand, tell her how miserable the years had been. Ask her why she had left Riley alone, to struggle beneath a mountain of hardships and troubles. But she couldn't bring herself to forgive yet. She was still unimaginably angry, hurt. "Why do you care whether my stepmother is still taking care of me? Why do you care that I'm even alive! You left," she sneered, her sadness morphing into an irate mood. "You abandoned me. I'll never forget the deprivation you--you allowed me to feel!"
   The bartender frowned, the type of frown that is full of self-shame and pure misery. "Riley, I didn't want to go. I couldn't go without you--"
   "But you did! I woke up one morning, made you breakfast-in-bed for your birthday but when I got to your bedroom I saw a nicely made bed with a note lain across it. You left me, alone in the house! I'll never forget the fear. You scarred me. Go to hell. Rot in HELL for that."
   "But Riley, you don't understand. I had to get away. From living in a mildewy shack when your father lived in a mansion with his new wife. I felt ashamed to make you live with me. You could've had such a better life with your father anyway."
   "What, you didn't want me in your life? And how could you think that I would want to live around Dollison?"
   "I didn't. I--"
   "No! Shut up. Dad died and left us a series of bad debts. We couldn't afford the house anymore. Dollison was forced to take custody of me, and we got ourselves a trailer in a new town. So how's that, for a life? Huh? That's just a metaphor of how it's been."
   "Riley, please, let me make it up to you."
   "You can't." Riley turned, ignoring the staring faces, the voices screaming in her head, instructing her. But for once, she let her legs lead the way, and not the head. She ran. Ran as fast as she could. And never looked back. To that italian bar. The very place her mother worked as a bartender.
   
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10. ghostwriter_x3
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    November 8, 2010 5:41pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Twelve
    "Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?"
    Riley had decided to go downtown to shop with Dollison's boyfriend's credit card. She held seven boxy bags labeled with bold designers. Her bill had rung up to $2,119.92 dollars. Luckily for her, the stupid-for-choosing-Dollison boy was loaded, and had given Riley the card for emergencies.
    If Dollison behaved, they might be able to ditch the camper and move into some upscale neighborhood on the other side of town.
    She stood outside of some random bar next door to La Cipizzi, the Italian restaurant she'd just dined at. She smelled smoke on this twenty-something guy's breath. Nonetheless, he was handsome with a sleek Armani tux and a messy brown coiffe. He was muscular, tall, and had an enchanting smile. He reminded her of a Gossip Girl guy, like Nate (Chace Crawford).
    Riley batted her naturally thick lashes and turned to him. She raised her palm to caress his cheek. It was funny how people mistook her to be roughly four, five years older than her actual age. But she rarely corrected them. It was too enjoyable to be someone else, what with the life she led and the crap that followed her everywhere.
    "Why don't you take me inside and we'll go from there?" she asked gently, mysteriously.
    Feeling proud, Hot Boy led her into the bar, a dark, sexy place with loud music and a scrumptious, steamy smell.
    His hand slipped to the small of her back. Before he could go for it, she took a seat at the bar. He copied her, flushing slightly scarlet. "I'm Braden, by the way. What can I get you?" he asked politely.
    But before Riley could open her mouth, the bartender turned around from the sink and revealed her face. Riley gasped. She clamped her hand over her well-glossed lips, her eyes wide with shock. "No," she mumbled. "Ohmigod." For the first time, she was frightened to be where she was. She was utterly stunned.
    "What is it? Are you okay?" Braden demanded, a look of concern overcoming his model-like face. "Baby?"
    Taking on a whole new mood (and forgetting about scoring a free glass of Chardinnay), Riley gathered her bags and hurried away, muttering, "Scr*w off," to Braden. But she wasn't fast enough.
    "Riley!"
    
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11. ghostwriter_x3
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    November 7, 2010 6:20pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Eleven
    It was Saturday night. Delia St. Paul hadn't invited Hailie over for the night, she'd just expected her to arrive. Ever since they'd started being BFFLs, the last night of the week was reserved for their special sleepovers. They interchanged houses. Tonight, the St. Paul Estate would be host to one more person. But it might as well be ten people, Delia got anything she wanted and the house--correction--mansion--could certainly fit a large group.
    But no matter how hard their other friends tried, no one else was invited to their one-on-one slumber parties.
    "What?" Delia's mouth hung open in shock. "Wait, start over. Te ssa Halloran told you that Riley and Damon hooked up? How the h*ll does she know?"
    Hailie picked her nails, trying to act nonchalant about the fact that Tessa, the fly-girl of the grade who couldn't be trusted with any intimate secret--and who also happened to be Osterville Bay's best source for accurate, juicy gossip--had told her that Damon and Riley had hooked up at his house. But inside she was dying of anger and depression. She was half plotting her vicious revenge, half weeping. "She didn't say," she said in a bored tone.
    Delia stared at her friend confusedly. "I thought you'd be a little more upset, Hail."
    Hailie snapped her head up from her hands and shot her best friend a glare. "What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
    "Well, you have had the biggest crush on Damon since he came to your house for dinner on December 23--2004! Since second grade you've been head over heels. Face the music."
    Hailie leapt off the bed and threw her arms out to emphasize her defensive mood. "Who the f*ck do you think you are, b*tch? Has it ever occurred to you that I in fact may be over him?"
    Delia raised her eyebrows. "Is that so? Then how come you started all those rumors about Riley? Were you jealous that Damon had his eye on her?" Delia's eyes burned into her friend's.
    Hailie looked away, desperately searching her mind for a comeback. But the worst part was, Delia was right. She had loved Damon for six years. And he'd never loved her back. Did anyone understand her daily pain? Her constant feeling of rejection? Her loneliness?
    Did anyone know how unhappy she was?
    
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12. ghostwriter_x3
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    October 31, 2010 5:11pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Ten
    Damon woke up the next morning feeling like a sh*t. Relatively speaking, he was perfectly healthy. But his heart ached. He cringed inside. He knew he had to bite the bullet and call his sister out on her crap and apologize to Riley, since all he really wanted was another chance. But the star athlete didn't know if he had the strength to do so.
    Cassandra, his older sister who had caught him and Riley making out on the couch and proceeded to call Riley a sl*t, lingered in the threshold, the first place he saw when he opened his heavy eyelids.
    Instantly, a glare drained his groggy expression. His eyebrows formed a V out of pure anger. "What do you want?" he growled. "You ruined my chances, Cass." He couldn't hold it in anymore. He was on a rampage, wrath spewing from his mouth. "She's more than hot, but she like, understood me, understood my lifestyle. She--I--oh, I don't know. But she was fricken real, and you ruined it!" His image blurred, his throat tightened, but he fought back the tears. He couldn't cry in front of his older sister, couldn't admit defeat so easily.
    "Relax!" Cassandra shouted, walking into the room. She calmed and sat on the foot of the bed, stroking the two stumps where his feet were. He pulled away instantly. "Listen. I'm sorry. But what am I supposed to do...watch as you guys go at it? You're my YOUNGEST brother. I'm defensive, okay?"
    Damon shook his head furiously. "I'm defensive of you too, but I didn't yell at you when I heard panting and squeals coming from the guest room! I didn't barge in and call your stupid boyfriend a guy wh*re. I'm not like that, Cass. I wish I was now, to pay you back, but I'm not. I was happy. So you ruined my happiness!" He paused. "Just leave now."
    Cassandra's eyes glistened. "But your my brother, how am I supposed to react when I see this sl*tty-dressed person all over you!"
    "Shuddup! Did you NOT hear me? LEAVE NOW."
    Cass stood up. She opened her mouth to speak, but she clamped her jaw shut. She tried to swagger out of the room, but the siblings both knew she felt guilty and upset. In fact, Damon started to feel the same way.
    
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13. ghostwriter_x3
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    October 30, 2010 8:33pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Nine
    Riley Coltrane-Courtington arrived home at midnight on Friday night. She kicked open the door of the trailer and stumbled inside. Dollison slept on the couch, a thin blanket wrapped around her. Dollison's mouth was wide open, drool dripping down her cheek. On the arm of the couch was a bottle of Corona.
    Riley stared at Dollison in disgust and pushed past her toward her room, if the area of the living room separated by beads on strings counted as a room. She flopped down on the mattress that stood about 10 inches off the ground and fell asleep. She woke up the next morning not remembering what she had done, where she had been. The only thing she did know is that she had a throbbing headache.
    "Sl*t," Dollison had grunted at her before stepping outside going God knows where.
    Riley rolled her eyes, like she hadn't heard that name in the last 24 hours. She recalled Cassandra Niagra calling her one while she was playing tongue tag with Damon, her little brother. Riley had then left after telling Cassandra with sincere confidence that she was hooking up with Damon. She never stuck around after awkwardness.
    She grabbed frosted flakes off the shelf (stale) and reached for some open milk. But the expiration date couldn't allow her to drink it.
    
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    October 19, 2010 5:39pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Eight
    Damon had his hands on the small of her back when she pulled away as fast as a bullet. He hadn't heard the voice angrily accuse Riley of being a sl*t.
    "Hey," he objected, but stopped talking when he saw her staring forward. He followed her gaze directly to his nineteen year old sister, standing red-faced next to the coffee table, her boyfriend lingering a few feet to the side, his hands shoved awkwardly in the pockets of his Levis.
    "Cass!" he gasped, both surprised and horrified to see Cassandra and her boyfriend Teddy, who looked like a mix of Rob Pattinson and Daniel Radcliffe, plus the body of Taylor Lautner. "What the fu--what are you doing here?"
    Teddy awkwardly gripped a CVS bag. The bag looked like it contained a small box. Teddy shot an urgent look to Cass, who completely disregarded it. "Well, er--we thought no one would be home. You know, Mom and Dad are in Venice, celebrating their anniversary, and Serene is with her friends. We didn't think you'd be home. You're always out on a Friday. And if you ever are with a girl, you tell me, and that girl I thought would be Hailie."
    Any girl in this situation would either play with their hands, their cheeks reddening, or stare at Damon with wide, innocent eyes that said, You'd pick Hailie over me?
    But Riley Coltrane-Courtington wasn't like that. She actually looked intrigued but Cass, fascinated.
    "As for you, you sl*t. What are you doing raping my brother for?"
    Riley smiled as Damon let out a large, objecting shout. "Cassandra!" he barked. "She's not raping me, we were just, uh.."
    "We were hooking up, Cassandra. Don't worry. We already broke the couch enough for you two. As if you succeeded in hiding your evening plans from us. Ha-ha." Riley stood up, holding her shoulders back, her spine erect. She was the illustration of sheer confidence.
    Damon marveled, awestruck at her audacity.
    Everyone's mouths hung open.
    Riley leaned down and kissed Damon on the lips, good and hard, before leaving. "I never try to mend a ruined moment," she announced threateningly, before pushing open the French Doors and disappearing through the trees.
    
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    October 19, 2010 5:15pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Seven
    "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for..." Damon began, pulling away immediately after.
    Riley shook her head, following him forward. "No, no, it wasn't," she said breathily. Her breath was hot. It smelled like York peppermint patties.
    The two were alone in the Niagra mansion. It was Friday afternoon. They had just kissed.
    Damon stared at her, trying to decipher her. "You mean, you didn't mind it?"
    "No, of course I didn't mind," Riley insisted. "Kiss me." She pulled his head toward her and he obeyed with pleasure.
    She pushed Damon onto the couch so that he was lying down, his face looking up at the chandelier on the high ceiling. Riley kissed him. He kissed back hungrily, running his hands further and further down her back.
    "You sl*t!"
    
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    October 19, 2010 4:43pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Six
    Hailie stared at the nail polish rack, overflowing with bottles and bottles of every single shade and fade of the rainbow. She was contemplating getting her nails painted black with a white design, or apricot with a purple design. It was then that her mother came up behind her and questioned, "Sweetie, I thought you were getting a French."
    Hailie turned around. "Oh, no. I think I'm going to get a color this time."
    Mrs. Norton furrowed her brow disapprovingly. She reached into her gray Prada Messenger and pulled out her vibrating cell phone. "Hon, I think you're better off getting a French." She then stepped out of the nail salon for a moment to answer her cell with a bubbly smile.
    Hailie groaned. Weren't spa days supposed to be all about you? Then how come her mother was completely controlling her manicure? Never did she get colors on her nails anymore. She hadn't gotten colors since elementary school. Did her mother think it was childish of her to want to get anything other than French? Was her mother embarrassed? Ashamed?
    Or was Hailie simply not pretty enough to pull off colored nail polish? Was that how Mrs. Norton saw her daughter?
    The bell in the top corner of the front door rang, to signal a customer. The Chinese woman looked up from the front desk hopefully, only to be disappointed with the sight of Mrs. Norton. "Guess who that was?" she said excitedly.
    Hailie could care less about her father's boss inviting the family over to dinner. Or her mother's rich high school friend wanting to rendezvous. "What?" she asked in the dullest, most bored tone her voice was capable of.
    Mrs. Norton paid no mind to her daughter's disinterest. She gripped the phone still, her handbag dangling off her forearm. "That was Mrs. Weis!"
    "Huh?" Hailie squinted at her mother, wracking her brain for any information on a "Mrs. Weis." But that name wasn't in file. "Whose that?"
    "Whose that, well that's only the woman who gave you life!"
    "What? You had me through a surrogate?" Hailie gasped. She knew what her mother meant, but she loved to rattle and shake things up, just to complicate matters.
    "No! Ugh! I mean, she gave you a life changing opportunity! Hailie, she approved the pictures the agency sent over of you! You're modeling for Teen Vogue!"
    By now, some of the women who worked at the store had looked up from the disgusting feet and hands they were so willingly massaging and stared.
    "Oh my god!" Hailie screamed, overjoyed. But it wasn't fame or fortune she was thinking about, at least not national fame. At the precise moment, she devised the best plan ever to win her throne back at OBMS, for good.
    
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    October 17, 2010 9:18pm UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Five
    "What?" Damon laughed confusedly, staring at Riley.
    She was grinning deviously, but he didn't know why.
    "Is there something about being home alone you find funny?" he wanted to know.
    She ignored his question. "What do you like most about me?" She turned to face him, her eyes burning into his. They sat on a brown leather sectional couch in the fireplace room off the kitchen. Above the mantle was a plasma screen TV that was tuned to a music channel, but it was muted.
    She leaned in close. There noses were only a centimeter apart.
    "Why did you ask me out even when you didn't even notice me? Tell me. What...lured you in?"
    Damon shrugged, his cheeks reddening bashfully for the fiftieth time that day. "You were really hot--pretty. And you seemed really nice. I don't know."
    Riley beamed. Her eyes glistened. She was truly grateful for his daring compliment. She leaned in more, dangerously more. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she asked, "Was your instinct right?"
    Damon stared for a long moment before nodding slowly. He then put his arms around her waist, pulling her in.
    Riley flung her toned arms around his neck and they kissed. They held it for awhile, and then they parted, shocked by their own actions.
    
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    October 16, 2010 11:01am UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Four
    Damon waited at the side entrance of the school. A moment later, she arrived. Her hair was tousled, the perfect amount of messiness. It fell over her shoulders, just below her chest.
    "Hi," Damon said, smiling.
    "Hi," Riley beamed. They started toward Damon's house, which was toward the ocean, about a half a mile from the school.
    The Niagra's was a highly-esteemed estate. It was luxurious, wealthy. Naturally, they were an A-list family.
    They reached the cobblestone driveway and followed it for eternity until the reached the house, shielded by a willow tree.
    It was a beautiful Victorian mansion, with wrought-iron gates to a pool and an enormous, green yard. There was a clay tennis court toward the back, with a basketball court off the driveway. Unlike any other girl he had taken there, Riley did not step back in shock. She did not gasp. Or gush. She merely continued walking, as if she were anywhere.
    "Is anyone home?" she asked when the got inside. Her voice echoed off the turquoise walls of the kitchen.
    Damon hoisted himself up onto the crystal granite island. "No."
    Riley grinned.
    
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    October 16, 2010 10:54am UTC
    Chocolate Stare
    Part Three
    Hailie rose from her bed the following morning, feeling refreshed. She outstretched her arms and drew back the honey silk curtain from the window, permitting the sun rays to stream into her bedroom. She greeted the day with open arms. Until she realized that she hadn't been dreaming.
    Riley Coltrane-Courtington was very much alive, and she really did go to Osterville Bay Middle School as a beautiful eighth grader.
    Hailie muttered, "Sh*t," under her breath. She shrugged on her cashmere bathrobe and trudged downstairs to the kitchen, the source of a buttery aroma.
    Mrs. Norton, a petite, plastic woman, stood at the stovetop, flipping pancakes. She looked up excitedly to see her daughter in the threshold. "Hello, baby!" she squealed. "Did you sleep well?"
    "Hm. That's a good question," Hailie answered. When her mother responded with a confused face, Hailie flicked her wrist, dismissing the subject. "No matter. Did Aunt Chrystal have her baby yet?"
    "No, sweetie. She's due in a month."
    "Right..."
    There was a moment of awkward silence. It really said something about the relationship between the two of them.
    "Umm," Hailie began. "Mom? I don't feel so well."
    "Oh no," pouted Mrs. Norton, rushing to Hailie's side. She placed her bony hand on her forehead. "You don't have a fever..."
    "Could I maybe just skip today? We could go to the spa, go shopping?"
    Mrs. Norton smiled. "That sounds fun!"
    "Great." All the better for Hailie. She craved the limelight, thrived on it, but she never thought she'd have to battle for it. And she could use a little time to...sharpen the blade of her sword.
    
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