The Lies we Steal (The Hollow Boys Book 1)

My greatest kept secret.

My worst mistake.

The girl that once burned my sad memories, only to become the gasoline that fueled them.

Tomorrow the birds will sing, Sage.

I repeated the words her voice said the last time we spoke.

And I will set every last one of them on fucking fire.

Miss Americana had demons. Skeletons. Things she’d die if anyone found out about.

Strawberry blonde hair hangs in a blunt shoulder length cut, brushing the tops of her shoulders as she walks in holding books close to her chest. Walking with practiced grace and femineity that I would kill for. It’s not her beauty that has piqued my interest, it’s the way everyone in the class gasps and stares.

Everyone seems to be frozen, staring at this poor girl who doesn’t know what to do but stare back. It’s like they’ve seen a ghost.

“Who is that?” I ask Lyra in a whisper.

I hear the clock on the wall tick.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Sage Donahue.”