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Jaclyn   I remember something big happening seven years ago. I remember Jamie telling me that I was very lucky to have the name that I have. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to fight nightmares. I just wish I knew one thing: why. My name is Jaclyn Frist. My best friend's name is Jamie Bennett. But there was someone else too... someone tall... with platinum blonde hair... but I can't remember. I don't know why. Wow, why is it so cold in here? I was sitting in front of my desk in my room, doing my homework, and I pulled on my blue hoodie. It's me, Jackie... It's Jack! Please remember, Jackie... you're just growing up, that's a

Nate My name's Nathaniel, but everyone calls me Nate. I'm not... especially tall, and I have blonde hair and brown eyes. I'm a black belt, and a wide receiver. I was woken up by Erin pushing open the door to the spare room. "Come on, up!" She called with a smile from the doorway. I rolled over and moaned. "Don't make me come over there!" she threatened. I jumped up and crawled over to the edge of the bed in mock-terror. I tried to fling my legs over the side of the bed, but my legs got tangled in the sheets, and I fell to the floor. She laughed as I stood up. I straightened my uniform, which I was still wearing, because the shirt had lifte

Erin My name's Erin. I have copper hair and blue eyes. I have a reputation for being tough, and it doesn't end there.    Everything was normal. Thursday. Karate. Except... Nate's dead. But that's all that's weird about today, I guess. I walked into the training room at the end of the day for karate and dropped into a split to stretch out. Then things got actually weird. I saw a blonde black-belt stretching against the wall. The only person that that could be is N- ... him, but he's d-dead. Before I could react, the teacher called: "Line up!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    We were lined up a

Nathaniel My name's Nathaniel, but everyone calls me Nate. I'm not... especially tall, and I have blonde hair and brown eyes. I'm a black belt, and a wide receiver.    I was laying in my hospital bed, moaning from the pain, when my nurse came in, trailing my weeping mother. My father sat down on my bed. My parents had recovered from the accident just a day before, but they still have bandages poking out every once in a while. I ignored the shoots of pain from my side, curious as to what was happening. The nurse addressed both me and my parents.    "I'm sorry, but we've tried everything. The infection that currently causes you the pain tha