Honeybee Meadows

Chapter Fourteen I sit on the highway for half an hour before I finally work up the courage to turn down the driveway. Dad let me b...

CHAPTER SIX Dear Self, You wake up in Mrs. Sherman’s flower bed with your mouth tasting of metal. You are cold, and shiverin...

CHAPTER FOUR I don’t know much about Alice’s disappearance, but I do know a few things: One . I know that the lock on the fr...

Chapter Three “Hi,” I sigh and slump into the kitchen chair across the formica table from my father. Everything is a sigh. Everyth...

Chapter Two Dear Self, September fourth will be the worst day of your life. You just won’t know it until the next day. It...

Chapter One By the time I turned fourteen, it was a joke. The sleepwalking. The first time it happened, it scared me. Five yea...