Fallout (Crank 3)

He will smother me.

Do want to be.

He takes my breath away.

WHETHER OR NOT

I want to love Kyle, I do. I have

been avoiding Matt, and he doesn’t

know why. He’s hurt and I should

confess, but I have no clue how

to say good-bye. All I know

is that the only splinter of happiness

I find in each day is when Kyle

is near me. Life is currently a vortex.

The incident with Erica exploded

completely. Human shrapnel

flew. Our mutual caseworker,

Mrs. Shreeveport, is still trying

to sort things out. She yanked

us both out of there immediately.

Ah, but just where to put us?

There was only one foster care

opening—so many messed-up kids,

so few places for them. Erica posed

the biggest risk right then. What to

do with a possible sexual offender?

Now, though, I hear they may send

her back to Darla and Phil’s.

Ashante is too scared to tell

what really happened. Poor little kid.

So begins the end of innocence.

AND ME?