Avery I didn't want to move to Florida, but I was only thirteen when it happened, so my choice didn't exist. It didn't help that I was also the reason we were forced to move. Colin was the hottest boy in our class. Jet black, messy hair, pale skin, amber eyes that nearly looked like honey, just walking around our middle school looking like a long-lost Cullen sibling. Somehow, the summer before eighth grade, I caught those amber eyes. When school started back up, we had a few classes together. I tried to sit across the class from him, but he would convince the teachers to move me to the desk right next to his. One day, I refused to sit by him, and he yanked me out of my seat after class, pulled me into the bathroom, and screamed in my face. I vowed that I would never speak to him again, and then I told my parents about what all had happened over the previous few months. That night, I heard my dad yelling at Colin's dad over the phone. The next day, my dad was fired. Two days after that, my mother's access to the country club was denied. Three days after that happened, my parents were called by the school nurse to pick me up early after I started vomiting and having convulsions. Obviously, my parents took me to the emergency department where they ran some blood work and found that I had ingested rat poison. I had eaten a cupcake that Colin had brought me that day. I didn't think anything about it because he had brought some for everyone who usually sat at our table. The following week, our house was packed, on the market, and we left Texas.
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