Alyssa Martin, a girl I’ve known since first grade, smirks and stretches her leg across the empty seat next to hers. I step onto the bus to school, wearing my armor and pretending nothing’s wrong, nothing happened, nothing changed when it’s pretty obvious nothing will ever be the same again. It’s been thirty-two of them since the party in the woods that started the battle I fight every day. No Monday in history has ever sucked more than this one. To Kelly Breakey, with my eternal gratitude for encouraging the first because without that, there couldn’t have been a second and a third. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication data is on file with the publisher. Published by Sourcebooks Fire, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems-except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews-without permission in writing from its publisher, Sourcebooks, Inc. Sourcebooks and the colophon are registered trademarks of Sourcebooks, Inc.Īll rights reserved. Cover and internal design © 2014 by Sourcebooks, Inc.Ĭover image © Aleshyn_Andrel/
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