Falling Inside - Chapter 44.1
Jace woke before the sun crept over the rocks of Arizona, drenched in sweat and shaking, his heart still racing, his dreams invaded by the black creatures. It took him a minute to calm down, his hands unclenching from the fists they had formed in his sleep.
He put a hand to his face, blocking the sliver of light sneaking its way around his window blind, shining in Jaces face. He grumbled and rolled out of bed, throwing on some clothes before finding his way to the kitchen. It was empty, yet a plate rested in the metal bowl of the sink. He saw a note lying on the table, and unfolded it, reading quickly.
I had to leave early for work, so I left without waking you. Hope you arent late for school!
So she had left early. She always tended to leave early the first few weeks of
Falling Inside - Chapter 33.1
Jace shook his head, clearing it of the memory that the school had dredged up. With a sigh he wrenched the door open and stumbled into the blindingly bright halls of Deluge High School.
He shielded his brown eyes in the sudden, harsh light, blinking them clear of the spots that had just been burned into his retinas.
Taking his schedule out from his pocket, he began searching for his first class, completely unaware that someone was following him.
He collapsed into a seat in his final class of the day, Advanced History, with a groan. Over the course of the day, his backpack had grown steadily heavier with each new textbook his teachers lobbed at him.
A wrinkled, gray old man with sparse hair was setting history books on the desks around the room as the other students began arriving. The teacher looked like he
Falling Inside - Chapter 22.1
I woke with a start; my mother had placed a hand on my shoulder to wake me, a scared look in her eyes. Are you alright, Jason?
I groaned and pushed myself up onto my elbows, shaking my head clear of all remnants of sleep. I looked around at the bare walls and the twin beds. Just a dream.
Yeah, Im fine Mom. I answered her, getting up out of bed. The sun had risen, hovering low in the sky like a great ball of fire. I shook out my hair, and went into the bathroom. I flicked the light on and stared at myself in the mirror.
Jason Fletcher. Dark red-brown hair. Brown eyes. At 511, I was the normal height for a guy nineteen years old. Absolutely nothing special has happened to me in my life, other than having a missing parent. A
Falling Inside - Chapter 11.1
As I forced my ancient Chevy pickup down the dusty road, I wondered how my mother ever found this little town we decided to move to. It wasnt even on any maps, for crying out loud! I looked over to the passenger seat where she sat, slumped against the worn leather, sleeping. Back in San Francisco, she was the wife of a wealthy bookbinder. When dad went missing, we lost everything, and she changed. Her bright red hair had faded, her green eyes lost their sparkle, and her frame grew thinner.
I knew I had to get her away from that place, those memories. So here we were, driving along the lonely, dusty roads of northern Arizona, trying to find a town too small to show up on a map.
I shook my head, my ruddy red-brown hair being tugged at by the wind from the lowered window. I tapped a knuckle against