That One Text (Emma's POV) It was late , and I was riding home from my soccer game. The game ended earlier , due to murder reports in our area. I turned up the radio , and our local newsman's voices blasted in my ear . He was reporting of a murder , on kasha lane . My house was on kasha lane . I listened as I pulled onto my street , and soon my car came to a stop. I slammed on the gas, yet nothing happened. "Maybe my gas tank is empty ... " I thought to myself . I looked , and my tank was completely full. I had to get home , and the car was obviously not going anywhere . I had to walk , with a murderer just feet from my house . I put my foot out of the car , and my toes felt something hard. I looked down and laying right there was a man with a pale face . He looked up at me and chuckled . I just stared in astonishment . He slid out from under the car , and came real close to me. I grabbed his neck and threw him to the ground with my last bit of strength, after he stabbed me in the throat .

How We Got there C H A P T E R 1 I looked up , staring at his ripped blue curtains . He was the boy of my dreams, and I just had to see him. How was I going to get up to his second story window ? My eyes shot to a creaky tree, with a thin branch leading right to his room. I gripped my hands to a piece of lose bark , and started to climb. The bark ripped blisters into my hand , letting the blood drip down. I reached for his window sill , then heard a deep voice yell my name. "Kenzie?" it screamed. I turned around to see Brandon below. My body lost feeling, and I fell from the tree . Before I knew it , everything went black.