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Full Summary: Randi's life was far worse than the average 'horrible'. Actually, it's gotten much worse ever since she moved to Perdido Beach. What will happen to her when the FAYZ dominates Perdido Beach? Will she disappear, like everyone else over the age of fifteen? Or will she find a connection with one of the FAYZ's most popular resident?

Prologue
August 31st, 10:10 P.M.

Fourteen-year-old Randilyn Santos sat on her window sill, the cool breeze flew over Perdido Beach, chilling her to the bone.

She listened to a song, full blast, on her iPod—Airplanes by B.O.B featuring Hayley Williams. The verses of the song didn't really amuse her much; it was just the rapper rapping about his past before he became famous. The chorus, however, sent her randomly day dreaming.

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)

If she could have one wish, it would be to get out of this small, lifeless town. Nothing fun ever happens in Perdido Beach. Not even the boys seem to charm her—and her friends back at home thought California boys were hot...yeah right.

Randilyn glanced up to the sky. The sky was nothing but midnight black. The full moon shone, illuminating the shadows from it's light. Sadly, no stars tonight.

A knock on her door.

"Randi, you awake?"

Even though she could still hear the knock through her loud music, Randilyn pulled off an earphone and replied, "Yeah,"

A silhouette of a male quietly entered her room. As he approached closer to Randilyn, Randilyn could see his face glow from the light of the moon. The boy was tall and had an angular build to his body. His deep tan skin tone laminated against the moonlight and his chocolate brown eyes seemed too devious to trust. The expression on the boy's face was calm, but Randilyn could read through his eyes—they were feeling pain.

"Hey Marcus," Randilyn greeted, the boy—Marcus—sat on Randilyn's bed, staring at her with sad eyes.

Randilyn continued to stare at the star-less sky. There was a few seconds of silence between the two.

"So what's up?" Marcus asked, breaking the silence.

Randilyn didn't seem to notice that the silence was broken. She continued staring at the night sky and shrugged her shoulders.

"You still mad?" Marcus questioned, not too eagerly, but not too caring either.

Randilyn let out a loud sigh. "I don't know anymore. I still can't believe dad would do such a thing, sending him to that prison."

Marcus shrugged. "Yeah, well, you have to admit, he did deserve it."

"But he didn't know!" Randilyn protested.

"Shh!" Marcus ordered, put a finger to his lips, "You'll wake up dad!"

"So?"

Marcus let out a long sigh; sometimes his sister can really be stubborn.

"Just remember: what dad did was for his best, and our best. He will learn his lesson." Marcus said.

"But will he come back?" Randilyn wondered out loud.

"He will, on holidays and a few weekends. That school is supposed to be the best at teaching kids discipline." Marcus replied soothingly.

"If that school is the best, then why not let him come home every weekend? Or how about letting him take his classes there and come home after school? It's not that far from here!"

"Dad wants to protect him."

"Protect him from what? This town is small and lame. There's barely any crime and there's no way he'll get into another gang because of the diminutive population."

Marcus snickered at his sister. Her tendency to use an extensive vocabulary at random moments just makes him laugh for no apparent reason.

Randilyn couldn't help but laugh with her brother.

As the laughter died, Marcus stood up from the bed.

"Alright, time to go to bed." Marcus ordered. "You got a big day tomorrow, the ninth grade."

"Unlike you, Mr. Junior," Randilyn teased.

Randilyn stood up from her window sill.

"You want me to tuck you in?" Marcus questioned in a goofy tone.

Randilyn scoffed and crossed her arms, shaking her head. "I'm way too old for that crap, Marcus."

Marcus laughed to himself and walked to the door. Just as he was about to take one step out, "Marcus?"

He turned to face his sister, "Yeah?"

"I miss mom."

He gave his little sister a sad smile. "Me too."

He walked out of his sister's room, closing the door behind him.

A/N: Well, that was the prologue! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I know it doesn't make much sense right now, but somehow it just ties in with the story, you know? Anyway, I really hope you guys like it. It's been a long time since I've written a story.

Random Question:
Should Randilyn have powers when the FAYZ happens?

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