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 Georgia sighed. Her big brother never let her go anywhere. People said she was a country bumpkin, but that was only because she was stuck in the southeastern corner of America's house, surrounded by her obnoxious cousins. "Geeeeorgiaaaa!" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Georgia looked up from her book angrily. "What, Tennessee?" She glared into his sky blue eyes, threatening him silently. "Nuthin. Jus' wanted to see what you'd do." He grinned, plopping himself down on the table next to her. "Whatcha doin'?" "Studying." "Fer what?" Georgia found herself sighing again. She couldn't possibly explain to her annoying cousin

The school had a ghost. This ghost was very active, but unlike in most cases, nobody noticed. The ghost had a name, to. Matthew. Usually in a haunted place, there are thousands of senseless stories of how the ghost did so-and-so, and blah blah blah. Not here. As far as everyone was concerned, Matthew the ghost boy didn't exist. He used to hate it. He was a living, breathing student, for crying out loud! Used to are the key words here. Matthew Williams had gotten over the fact that he was invisible. Nonetheless, he certainly felt a pair of red eyes on him the first day of tenth grade. Him. He was staring at him! From his leather jacket to hi

Ten minutes later, Antonio was still running. As the taillights of the bus disappeared around the corner, he stopped and watched it go, eyes wide with disbelief. A sound like a gunshot rang through the early morning quiet as a dented yellow car screeched to a stop next to him. The driver stuck his head out the window. "Do you need a ride?" Antonio looked at him in surprise. He knew that he made friends quickly; he was easy to approach and very laid back, but why exactly was this guy offering him a lift? How did he even know where he went to school? Speaking of school…a quick glance at his watch told him he had fifteen minutes to be in

Antonio had been talking to his brother for nearly half an hour now. The soft evening light filtering through the living room window was fading fast. He wondered if the moon looked the same from where his brother was. He remembered that when they were little, the faded leather couches were mountains dotting the countryside. The wide green carpet was soft grass beneath their feet. So many wars were fought here. Animals were taken captive, cars were thrown, and towns were sat on. Now he was sitting on a leather mountain with a computer in his lap, and his brother was out in the world, fighting a real war. "Tomorrow's your first day of school,