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Plug In Baby: Chapter OneCHAPTER ONE - TASHA
I was alone again, hanging out with myself in Port Angeles. I had made the drive to meet up with my best friend, Sapphire Churchill, but she'd called just ten minutes ago to tell me she was sick and couldn't come. I didn't really mind being alone. The only thing about it was that when I was alone sometimes I would talk to myself just to break the silence. I was muttering to myself under my breath, wondering out loud why I was nervous all of a sudden.
Port Angeles was unnaturally silent that night. There was a snow storm forecast but me being me I didn't care. It was freezing, and I was shivering despite the fact that I was wearing all my snowboarding gear plus one of Dad's enormous thick heavy waterproof and heatproof jackets. My watch glowed eerily in the darkness, reading just half past seven at night, and it was already so dark that I was considering getting my flashlight out from its hiding place, stowed in the easiest pocket to reach in my many layers. T
Plug In Baby: ProloguePROLOGUE
It was with more than a little trepidation that I watched him darting from place to place, snarling and hissing, locked into a deadly dance with someone I'd hoped to never see again, let alone watch him fight. I was scared, simply put, but not for me I wasn't that kind of person. I was worried that he would get hurt, or worse, killed. If I lost him, I didn't want to know what would happen to me, but my mind kept playing out the scenario, and to be perfectly honest I was terrified that it would actually happen.
They were circling one another, like two predators trying to determine who was bigger and stronger, but there was something in their eyes that suggested they both intended to fight. Each was waiting for the other to attack. He was protecting me, just like the other eight, but he had insisted that this was his fight. None of the others were about to run in and help him, but I knew they would never let me die at the hands of his opponent, the one being
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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