“Wait, what?” I exclaim, Thomas’ rapidly-fired demand a word search. “Who’s ‘they’?” I don’t know which part to concentrate my concern onto: Luca being gone or that someone else is involved in his vanishing. 610 more words
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Day 8: Monday
Wahoo! I got through the first week without caving. Trust me, I had my moments.
Energy levels still down quite a bit, but I think a result of a lousy night’s sleep. 999 more words
To recap, today is the day I officially start Autoimmune protocol (AIP) after eating decently healthy for the past week. Going to be weaning off of caffeine over the course of the next two weeks, and probably getting hit with some low-carb flu. 365 more words
At the fringe of my vision, a shape is moving towards me. A grey silhouette. I am immediately thrown into some kind of disorientated panic as adrenaline kicks in, and I prepare to flee, just as the figure steps before me and I see the face properly: smooth, bronze complexion; short, tufty hair; flat nose: the boy that passed us yesterday. 686 more words