October 1, 1999
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I am powerful.
I am graceful.
I am angry.
I am pure.
I am raw.
I am alone.
I am Gaia.
I am just like you.
But I'm not -- I'm Fearless.
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November 1, 1999
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There's somebody who wants me dead.
And he's probably going to succeed.
Very soon.
There is something I have to do before I go.
And there's only one person I want to do it with.
Sam.
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December 1, 1999
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Sam is gone.
No. Not just gone.
Someone's taken him.
Kidnapped him to get to me.
And I only have three hours to find him...
Or Sam is going to die.
All because of me.
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January 1, 2000
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David.
Intriguing. Intelligent.
Pensive. Penetrating.
Mysterious. Dangerous.
And interested.
But most importantly...
He's not Sam.
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February 1, 2000
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I've heard that you can learn everything you want to know about a man's heart through just one kiss.
We'll see about that.
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March 1, 2000
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Prey on the old and you're a coward.
Prey on the young and you're pathetic.
Prey on the weak and you're even weaker.
Prey on my friends...and you're history.
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April 1, 2000
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What's the point of being fearless...
if you can't have fun with it once in a while?
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May 1, 2000
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Everyone longs for something.
And everyone gives in to temptation sometimes.
Mary.
Heather.
Sam.
Now it's my turn.
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June 1, 2000
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I've done a lot of things.
But I've never killed anyone...
until now.
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July 1, 2000
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People like me don't have friends.
So if Heather wants Ed, she can have him.
I don't care.
Really.
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August 1, 2000
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Trust.
It's not really my thing.
I can count the people I trust on one hand.
On one finger, in fact.
So what happens if that one person betrays me?
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September 1, 2000
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They say to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.
But what if you don't know which is which?
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January 1, 2001
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I finally have Sam.
I finally have a family.
I finally have a way out.
What's so bad about that?
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March 1, 2001
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Nobody knows where I am.
Nobody knows how to find me.
Nobody knows my real identity.
Including me.
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May 1, 2001
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I'm fearless.
I am not afraid of pain...
But I can still feel it.
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July 1, 2001
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I've been stripped of a home.
Stripped of a family.
Stripped of a life.
I have almost nothing left to lose.
Except the one I love most.
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September 1, 2001
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They say that old habits die hard.
I have to agree.
Just look at my father.
He still hasn't kicked the habit of abandoning me.
But that's all right.
Because if he can run...
So can I.
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November 1, 2001
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I thought I loved Sam.
He betrayed me. Now he's gone.
I thought I loved my uncle. He doesn't know what love is.
He only wants to use me.
Who's left?
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January 1, 2002
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My uncle and my father.
I used to be able to tell them apart.
Not anymore.
Because they're both the same.
They both want to destroy me.
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March 1, 2002
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I finally know what fear is.
Fear is the desire to change your life forever...
The moment before that desire comes true.
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May 1, 2002
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I'm supposed to be a genius.
I'm supposed to be able to see things other people can't.
It's kind of ironic.
Because I can't see the truth.
Even when it's right in front of me.
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July 1, 2002
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They say that you only hurt the ones you love.
So I guess that means I can't get hurt.
Nobody's close enough to hurt me.
And nobody ever will be again.
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September 1, 2002
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I swore I would never be like my father.
I swore I would never betray those who trust me.
I lied.
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November 1, 2002
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How do you explain color to the blind?
Music to the deaf?
Pain to the unfeeling?
You can't.
That's why I'll never understand fear...
No matter how much my survival depends on it.
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January 1, 2003
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Now that things are insane again,
they're finally back to normal --
Dad's in a coma,
I'm going out of my mind --
Oh, and one more thing...
Sam's back from the dead.
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March 1, 2003
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The men I love are gone.
This time Loki's not to blame.
This time, if anything bad happens
It's only one person's fault:
Mine.
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May 1, 2003
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When Sam disappeared, I thought the pain would kill me.
Now that he's back, I'm thinking I had it wrong.
The pain's not gonna kill me.
He is.
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July 1, 2003
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If Tatiana's my evil step-sister,
And Natasha's my evil step-mother,
Then what does that make Loki--
Some kind of knight in shining armor?
Yeah, right. |
September 1, 2003
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The good news: we found my dad.
The bad news: he's in Siberia.
The good news: I'm going there to free him.
The bad news: Loki's coming with me.
The good news: I finally get to see him.
The bad news: I have to tell him his girlfriend tried to kill me. |
November 1, 2003
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Once upon a time,
Uncle Oliver was Loki,
Jake was just a friend,
and Sam was dead.
That was before things got complicated. |
January 1, 2004
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I am Gaia Moore.
I can throw a 175-pound man over my shoulder,
I have only one friend in the world,
And I don't own a lipstick.
But I'm not a freak.
Not anymore.
Because now I can feel fear. |
March 1, 2004
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The sight of blood makes my heart race.
The slightest noise makes my palms sweat.
A tiny spider makes my stomach drop.
Everything frightens me.
And I've never been happier. |
May 1, 2004
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Back when I was fearless, it went like this:
Gaia meets boy. Gaia falls in love with boy.
Boy gets hurt.
now that I feel fear, it goes like this:
Gaia meets boy. Gaia falls in love with boy.
Boy gets hurt.
Some things never change. |
July 1, 2004
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I like staying with Skyler.
It feels safe. Secure. Worry free.
The perfect situation, really.
Now he's forbidden me to leave the house.
Because Skyler always has my best interests in mind.
I like that, too. |
September 1, 2004
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Instead of choosing the good guy,
I chose the bad guy.
Instead of warding off the enemy,
I moved in with him.
And I thought the purpose of fear
Was to prevent you from doing stupid things. |
November 1, 2004
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Three things to do
before I graduate:
Buy a prom dress.
Pass calculus.
Disappear before anyone else gets killed. |
June 1, 2002
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Just found this old photo...
Mom looks beautiful, seated at her piano.
Dad's got his arms around her.
Oliver does too.
They look so happy.
So normal.
If every picture tells a story, then how did she end up so dead? |
June 1, 2003
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I thought I knew who my mother was.
I thought I knew who my father was.
I thought I was fearless.
But I was wrong.
And when I wanted to escape from here...
I was wrong about that too.
I know, because Dr. K told me so. |