I can't really believe that it's over. "I'll speak for her." Every face turns to where Sean Kendrick stands a little apart from the crowd, his arms crossed. "This island runs on courage, not blood," he says. His face is turned towards me, but his eyes are on Eaton and his groups. In the hush after he speaks, I can hear my heart thudding in my ears.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

As you learn who you are, you can better surround yourself with friends who make you a better person, and that sometimes only happens when you disassemble old relationships.

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

I'm fascinated about how past events shape our perception of current events and how they make us the people we are.