Just when Zahra thinks her world crumbles, she meets Aryan. Fascinated with each other, he brings her out of misery into his own understanding of love… and happiness. And so with him, she finds happiness again. It doesn’t last long, though because again she is tested with difficulty. Love isn’t always patient. Sometimes we get short, brusque, or frustrated with the people we love the most. Love is, however, doing our best to see the people we care about with compassion and understanding. This is the story of Zahra and Aryan, one about love, pain and happiness regained. For there will be a relief with every difficulty, will they be able to withstand the test of time?
Zahra was devastated after the incident that took her parents’ lives, Aryan came into her life, showing her the beautiful side of life when they met in a country that has different culture than Malaysia. Every beautiful love story, there must be a hardship that will appear as a test in their lives. This novel teaches us about life and the setting is very calm but will make you shed a tear. If you need a calm reading on a rainy or beautiful day, then this will be the perfect novel for you. You have to find out about their fate because the storyline is very different from the usual.
“Not anymore,” said her mom cheerfully, now ensconced on the bed, surrounded by mail, slicing open some envelopes with her nail file but tossing most into a junk pile. “Where’s Señor? Why isn’t Señor here? Señor?” she called. “He’s rejecting me, what can I do? How have you been? Tell me everything.” Her mom patted the bed for Sukie to sit.
“How did you change it?” asked Sukie, standing in the doorway. She’d been twirling her hair nervously and was surprised to discover that she’d yanked out some strands.
“Well, aren’t you a broken record. It’s just one piece of the pie.”
“What pie?” Sukie didn’t know what to do with the hair in her hand. She stuck it in her pocket.
“My face. Stop obsessing.”
“I’m not obsessing.”
“You are obviously obsessing. I obsess, so don’t tell me you don’t obsess. Come on, sit, talk.”
“Today was horrible,” said Sukie.
Her mother flinched. “Don’t touch your stitches,” she scolded herself. She slapped her own hand, which had misbehaved and scratched a spot under her ear. “My whole scalp itches,” she confided. “I have a staple in my head. What happened?”
“My phone. I lost it. At the club.”
“They’ll find it, I’m sure. Don’t go getting hysterical.”
“I’m not hysterical,” said Sukie, wondering if she was.
“Because you’re always getting hysterical.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Don’t bother to deny it. Doesn’t Sukie get hysterical?” she asked her husband, who had creaked in carrying a bag of frozen peas. He carefully lowered himself into an armchair, flicked on the TV, and pressed the bag against the bruised and battered side of his face. “Doesn’t she?”
Sukie’s dad simply winked at Sukie with his only visible eye.
Her mom perused a letter. “Well, this is inconvenient.”
“What?” said Sukie.
“The big school meeting about college is Wednesday night.”
“You don’t have to go,” said Sukie.
“Of course we have to go.”
“This counts, kiddo. Big time,” said her dad.
“No, really, you don’t have to go.”
How would she explain her mother? What lie would cover it? A box fell on her head. A spa accident. What was a spa accident? Sukie’s mind was racing while her mother prattled on. “You have to get into the best college. We have to make sure that we’re doing everything and that you’re doing everything. Perhaps you should volunteer at a homeless shelter. Is there one nearby? That would be so wonderful for your college application. We’ll see what they say on Wednesday. We’re not the kind of parents who don’t care that we’re not doing everything possible for your future. Look at me, Susannah Danielle Jamieson.”
Sukie twisted to face her mom directly, realizing as she did so that her mom had pieces of Scotch tape next to her eyes and below her ears.
“We love you,” said her mom.
“I love you, too,” said Sukie. “What’s that tape for?”
“To hold my stitches in place.” Her mom leaned close. Sukie could see the bits of black thread underneath.
“How long does the tape stay there?”
“Until the stitches come out. Listen, darling, don’t worry. I’ll wrap myself in something fantastic. No one will ever know.”
Sukie wandered out of her parents’ bedroom and into her own. Señor was waiting. She looked into his eyes. She often did that to channel his strength, his confidence, his judgment, or another of his gifts that she wished she possessed. Today, feeling the damp sweat that heralded the onset of the jumps, she searched for Señor’s stillness, hoping to shore up her own. After a minute of silence, Señor made himself clear. “I know,” said Sukie, “but who?” She didn’t have a close friend. She liked Jenna, but Jenna was best friends with Frannie. Sukie couldn’t possiblyspend time with Frannie. She couldn’t even look her in the eye.
Maybe Issy would understand. She was older, but she was so friendly and warm. Still, Sukie couldn’t just turn up at Clementi’s, order a pizza, and pour out her heart.
A true friend. She was reluctant to write how much she longed for one even in her private journal, for her eyes only.
Usually she pushed it out of her head.
She planned her school days judiciously, making sure she had a meeting every lunch—Educating Girls Globally, Debate Club, Spanish Club, Math Club. On Fridays, when there were no meetings, she went to the cafeteria. Kids never minded if she joined their table, but no one ever called her over or saved her a seat. Sometimes she sat alone, spread papers around as if she needed the entire space, and knocked off the weekend’s homework. By these means, if she didn’t stop herself from feeling lonely, she at least kept everyone else from thinking that she was. Friendless. The bleak word skittered around the fringes of her mind, scurried ahead of her through the halls, clearing the empty way.
In her journal she railed against the unfairness of it. It’s not my fault that I’m the total package, looks and brains. Everyone’s jealous. That, she told herself, was why her cell phone hardly rang, even though every week she changed the ring as if the ring tone had become stuck in her head from hearing it again and again and again.
She let herself fall backward onto the bed and crossed her arms over her face. This was a way not to cry. Tried and true. Tears could trickle out, but mostly, in this position, her eyes would simply fill to the brim like glasses of water.
Your dad’s slime.
Already she could hardly remember the grim man’s face, only his red Windbreaker and his thin lips barely moving. He hadn’t spoken in a threatening way, more as if he were breaking the news, tipping her to it.
Your dad’s slime. Never forget it.
Bury it. Bury it deep. It’s not a truth, it’s a falsehood. A horrible lie. Blot it out. Think about something else—ice cream, dancing elephants, Señor’s eyes. Bobo. Think about Bobo. Your dad’s slime. Never forget it. She had buried it and already it rose from the grave.
Sit up. That’s an order.
It wasn’t Señor’s idea, it was Sukie’s, but she knew he would approve.
She stormed into the bathroom and faced the mirror. “Don’t feel sorry for yourself,” she ordered. “Hup, two, three, four.” Calling out the numbers, she marched in a circle until she came face-to-face with herself again, and then, almost as if someone were beckoning her, she drew closer.
“If I can’t have an actual friend, I want a friend in the mirror,” Sukie announced, and, in a blink, instead of her own reflection she beheld Issy with her punky pink hair and sly eyes twinkling with fun. Issy was wearing an outfit Sukie had once admired—a baby-doll dress with straps that came over her shoulders, crisscrossed under her breasts, and wound around her body at least two more times (binding her tiny waist snugly) with still enough length for her to twirl the ends languidly as Issy in the mirror was doing right now. It was a summer dress, but Isabella, who Sukie suspected never did the obvious, wore it in cold weather as a jumper with a long-sleeved jersey underneath. “I love your dress,” said Sukie.
“You can borrow it,” said Issy. “Anytime. We should go shopping.”
“I’d love that,” said Sukie.
Issy smiled her wonderful, wide, and welcoming smile. “If I had a little sister, I’d want her to be you.”
“Thank you,” said Sukie. “Today, especially, I really need that.”
Issy disappeared from the mirror, and the good feeling generated by an imaginary visit with Issy dissolved as Sukie confronted her own nose.
From the tip to the top, she pinched it, trying to round the narrow flat ramp.
Scotch tape. That’s what she needed.
Sukie had a label maker. She used it to identify things that didn’t need identifying, like her Scotch-tape dispenser. She’d printed SUKIE’S SCOTCH TAPE and stuck it on. The label wasn’t a warning to her younger brother: “This is mine, don’t touch.” She just loved to label. Everything that could be labeled was labeled, and had assigned seating across the top of her desk. A place for everything, everything in its place. In rows straight and even. The Jamiesons’ housekeeper, Louisa, who came in twice a week, marveled at Sukie’s order and at how little work she had to do in Sukie’s compulsively arranged room. Lopsided equals bad luck, Sukie believed it utterly. She tore off short strips of tape, about two inches, sticking one on each fingertip. If she fluttered her fingers, they waved like flags.
Returning to the mirror, she stripped the tape bits off and, so that they would be handy when she needed them, stuck them on the silver frame. As she did, she leaned sideways. She could still look at herself, but at the same time she could see back through the doorway into her bedroom where the telephone sat. “Do it.” She cracked the whip. “Just do it. Grow up, you miserable baby.”
She marched to the desk and dialed.
The phone rang and rang. To distract herself from the depressingly inevitable—no answer—she examined her cuticles.
“Shoot, how does this work?”
“I can hear you,” yelped Sukie.
“Who is this?” The man sounded amused.
“Susannah Jamieson. This is my cell. You have my cell.”
Sukie tried to tell if he disapproved of her dad, but it wasn’t like talking to Mrs. Merenda, where she sensed something weird. “Yes,” she said. “I dropped it at the club.”
“Here you go.”
“I was talking to the conductor.”
“I’m on the train.”
“I’ll have some of those, please. Sorry. Wait a second while I pay for this.”
Sukie straightened the stapler. She turned the mug of pens so SUKIE’S SHARPIES faced front. Lopsided equals bad luck. Lopsided equals bad luck.
“I’m sorry,” said the man. “I meant to leave your phone at the club, but I put it in my pocket and forgot all about it until it just now rang. I’ll cruise by your house and drop it off as soon as I get back.”
She tapped down the paper clips so she could close the box neatly. “Back from where?” she asked.
“New York City.”
Her phone was on its way to New York City. “When are you coming back?”
Four whole days. She wanted to bang her head against the wall. She really did. She wanted to walk over to the wall and knock herself out.
“You know what? I’ll drop it at your dad’s office. I’m Glen Harbinder. Your dad knows me.”
Sukie adjusted the label maker. Now everything on her desk was straight. Later she wrote in her journal,Emotionally I was at the edge of a cliff. Should I leap? I closed my eyes.
Sukie leaped. “Would you please read me my text message?” She trotted out her most pitiful little-girl voice.
“How do I do that?” he asked.
“Touch the little green square at the top.”
“Got it. You’ve got two.”
“Two?” Sukie’s eyes snapped open.
“Two from Bobo.” He enjoyed the name, she could tell. She could hear him thinking, How cute.
“What’s the capital of North Dakota?”
“That’s the message?”
“No, I’m not telling you the message until you answer the question.” He chuckled, or maybe chewed.
“Bismarck.” God, was he mentally ill? She knew them all. She could recite the presidents backward and forward. Who did he think he was dealing with?
“‘Meet me after the game.’”
“That’s the message?”
“And the other is ‘Danger cation.’”
“Is that one word?”
“Would you spell it?”
She hung up and began jumping. She bounced into the bathroom and back into the bedroom. MEET ME AFTER THE GAME. DANGER CATION. Cation? Cation? Caution. He must mean caution!
MEET ME AFTER THE GAME. DANGER CAUTION.
Definitely caution. He must have misspelled it. Everyone makes mistakes texting. Lots of really smart people were bad spellers too. She’d heard that somewhere.
He is not only a bad speller, he is bad. She’d never known a guy who was bad. There was no one bad atCobweb. Kids there were sickeningly decent. ROLL ME OVER. Sukie was tingling.
Thank God she’d straightened everything on her desk. Who cared that he couldn’t spell? She was a good-enough speller for both of them. With luck, their children would take after her.
“Is it true?”
A soft breeze was blowing through the trees in the garden just downstairs from Chun Gen’s new home. In a small open space, Chun Gen was practicing martial arts. Not too far from him, Sarah was sitting on a bench, her gaze following her grandpa’s every movement. Bao sat next to her, silent.
“Bao, are you telling the truth?”
Sarah didn’t want to believe what he had just told her.
“Of course. Do you think I would joke about something like this?”
It was a rare moment of silence between them as they watched Chun Gen go through the motions. It was like a graceful dance.
“It’s true, Sarah.” Bao knew he had to convince her. “Remember when we went to the airport to bring you and your mother home? He completely forgot about it the next day, and wanted to rush to the airport again. He only realized that he forgot when you came into the room. Do you remember?”
“Then yesterday, he forgot that we broke his bottle of maojijiu, and rushed back to his old apartment to find it. Even then, he went to the wrong unit. And at Ivy jiejie’s wedding, he couldn’t even remember the names of all his old neighbors!”
Sarah recalled the night of the wedding. She remembered noticing the two of them behaving oddly, but she never suspected that it would be something as serious as this.
She looked at Bao, her eyes shining with tears. This was too much, too sudden. She ran to her grandpa and threw her arms around him.
“Gung gung, why did this happen to you?”
“Hmm?” Chun Gen was a little confused at her sudden burst of emotions. “What has happened to me?”
“I won’t allow this to happen to you. I won’t. What if you forget about me one day? I cannot…”
“Silly girl, why would I forget about you?”
Chun Gen hugged her tightly, then looked at Bao with a small frown. “What happened?” he asked the boy silently, mouthing the words.
Bao pointed at Chun Gen, then pointed at Sarah, and finally made some wild gesture with his hands, indicating that he had told her about Chun Gen’s condition.
“Don’t worry, gung gung.” Sarah pulled herself away and wiped her tears bravely. “I’m going to help you overcome this problem. The two of us,” she pointed at herself and Bao, “we’ll help you get better.”
“Ah,” Chun Gen gave her a small smile. “You’re still so young. What can you do to help me?”
“I’m sure there’s a way!” Bao exclaimed without much thought.
“Hold on, hold on,” Chun Gen said with a grim look. “You need to promise me that you cannot tell your mother. She worries too much, and if she finds out, it will affect her work. So, remember, no telling your mother. And you,” he turned to face Bao, “no telling Auntie Sophia. Understood?”
“Okay!” Sarah said. “But you also have to promise me that you’ll let us help you. You must promise to do everything we say.”
The first step of their ‘plan’ was to reorganize Chun Gen’s study room. They took down all his books and journals from the shelves, and rearranged them according to category. Then, they wrote in large calligraphy characters the different categories— Medical, Martial Arts, Literature—and stuck those large pieces of paper on the shelves.
“These,” Bao pointed to pieces of paper and announced with some pride, “are to remind you that you have these books.”
“But the words are so huge!” Chun Gen wasn’t convinced. “Won’t Auntie Sophia suspect something?”
“We’ll just tell her that your long-sightedness has increased. It’s normal, don’t worry.”
Next, they moved their plan of action into the kitchen. Starting from the topmost shelf, they labeled everything that could be labeled; from jars of dried Chinese herbs, flavoring and rice wine, down to the cooking essentials like oil, salt, sugar and vinegar. Then they stocked the fridge with red and yellow bell peppers, purple cabbage, carrots and fresh green spinach.
“The bright colors of these vegetables are visually stimulating, and can help trigger your memory,” Sarah told her grandpa. “And all these labels will help you make sure you don’t put the wrong spices into your cooking.”
Chun Gen opened his mouth to protest, but Sarah held her hand up to stop him. “Just tell my mom that this kitchen is yours, and that you won’t allow her to cook! You told us this is your kitchen after all, right?”
He had no choice but to simply sigh and nod at her.
Suddenly, a clickety-clackety sound came from the living room. The two of them peered out of the kitchen to see the table draped with one of Bao’s cartoon bath towels, held in place with wooden clothes pegs on all four corners. Bao himself was standing on a chair holding an empty maroon-colored suitcase, its contents—a full set of mahjong tiles—emptied onto the table.
“What’s this?” Chun Gen asked, walking up to the table.
“We’re playing mahjong!” Bao answered, putting the empty suitcase on the floor and putting his hands to his hips.
“No ‘buts’, gung gung,” Sarah interrupted him. “You promised to do whatever we ask you to, remember? Besides, experts say that playing mahjong can help stimulate brain activity and prevent deterioration.”
Chun Gen laughed. “Well, if that’s what experts say, then let’s play mahjong! I’ll have you know that I used to be somewhat of an expert myself! But,” he pointed at the two kids, then at himself, “there are only three of us. We need one more person to play.”
“Hmm, you’re right.” Bao put his hand under his chin, as if in deep thought.
“Not to worry!” Sarah said cheerfully. “We have a part-time helper. Mary,” she called loudly. “Mary!”
A second later, a round face peered out of the bathroom. Sarah waved for her to come. Mary wiped her hands on her apron and stepped into the living room. She looked down at the table, then up at the young girl, confused. “Yes, miss?”
“Mary, come. Let’s play mahjong.” Sarah said, smiling.
“No, miss. Cannot. Mam will come back soon.”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry! My mom’s spa and facial treatment takes about three hours, so we have plenty of time. Come, come.”
“But… but I don’t know how to play…”
“Aiyah!” Bao joined in. “We also don’t know the proper way to play. So we just play-play lah!”
Amused by the kids’ wild ideas and suggestions, Chun Gen decided to go along with them. He gave Mary a soft tap on her shoulder, then a nod, doing his part to convince her to join the game, too.
“Okay, gung gung,” Sarah said as the four of them sat down. “Teach us the basics.”
Chun Gen turned the tiles face-up and started to explain some of the rules.
“This,” he showed three tiles with the same face, “is a pung.” He then added a fourth tile with the same face, and explained, “This is a kong.”
He continued to tell them how to compose their tiles in order to win, how to calculate scores, and some of the fouls in the game. Mary hung on to every word he said, her expression one of extreme concentration. Sarah and Bao started out strongly too, but after a while, the many rules of the game started to bore them.
“Gung gung, enough already! Let’s start playing,” Sarah said restlessly.
“Wait, miss. Wait,” Mary was still trying to digest everything that he had taught them.
Bao had already put his head onto the table by now. He looked at Mary, then at Chun Gen, then at Sarah, and back to Mary. This was taking longer than he had thought.
He almost dozed off when Mary’s voice woke him up. “Okay!” she said quite suddenly. “Now I can play.”
The next few minutes were the weirdest few minutes Sarah had ever spent with Mary. From starting out slow and unsure, Mary gained confidence with every turn. She started calling out pungs and kongs like a real pro, so much so that even Chun Gen had to rub his eyes to make sure that the woman sitting directly opposite of him was still the same one he just taught how to play mahjong a little while ago.
“Wah!” Mary squealed excitedly, flipping all her tiles over to show her winning hand. “I eat! I win, I win!” She held out her hands, palms facing up, and said, “I win! Faster pay, pay, pay!”
The three of them stared at each other, then turned back to look at Mary.
“But we aren’t betting any money,” Sarah told her.
“We play-play only,” Bao added. “I told you earlier, right? Play-play only!”
Mary let out an impatient huff and got up from her seat. “Aiyah! If not betting money, then why waste my time? I still have to clean up the toilets! If mam come home and see that the toilets not clean yet, she will scold me!”
The three of them silently watched as Mary walked away mumbling to herself. Sarah tried not to feel dejected. I have to stay strong for gung gung.
“Don’t worry, gung gung,” she said cheerfully. “Let’s continue tomorrow!”
Common English Mistakes is an ideal book for both students and the public at large to improve their grasp of the English language by avoiding the usual mistakes specified in this book. Each section is clearly explained in simple language with sufficient examples to help students improve their mastery of the English language. Moreover, the chapter on pronunciation will help learners to pronounce complicated words properly, as well as learn the differences in pronunciation between British and American English. This book has been formulated in such a way that it will aid its readers in polishing up their written as well as spoken English and enhance their confidence in day-to-day interactions, presentations and communication as a whole.
As for today, we are going to learn a simple English. It is about Adjectives. So what are we waiting for? Let’s learn!
I met a Chinese old man. ✘
I met an old Chinese man. ✔
They saw a Malay, teenage, petite, beautiful girl ✘
They saw a beautiful, petite, teenage, Malay girl. ✔
To avoid making mistakes in positioning adjectives when one is using several of them to describe a noun, there are certain guidelines one can follow. These guidelines tell us which types of adjectives should come first, second, third, etc. Roughly, the order is:
The easiest way to remember the order of the adjectives one uses is to fall back on the mnemonic device OSACOM. The letter O stands for Opinion,S for Shape, A for Age,C for Colour, O forOrigin and M for Material.
Naming all of the symptoms of an allergic reaction on paper can help people, especially the non-allergic, remember them.
If you have allergies, however, you know the feeling you get when something isn’t right. Whether it’s a visible symptom on your skin, or pain and/or constriction on the inside, you know something bad is happening. And your mind becomes focused on it.
A serious allergic reaction can start within minutes of coming into contact with an allergy trigger—or hours after the fact. They may include any or all of these symptoms. Know how to spot the signs and remember them by this handy acronym: Think “FAST.”
It’s important to note that these symptoms happen independently of each other and may be different from one reaction to the next.
Knowing how these symptoms feel is important. We’ve asked members of our youth panel to describe what they felt in these situations.
“It really felt like my world was collapsing in the pit of my stomach.”
“Metallic taste in my mouth.”
“I knew something was very wrong and it took me a few seconds to piece together the symptoms and conclude that I was actually having an allergic reaction.”
“It started with a tingling sensation on my tongue and lips that quickly moved to tightness throughout my mouth and throat. It all happened so quickly.”
Most importantly, when you feel any of these symptoms, and suspect it might be an allergic reaction, seek help immediately and do not isolate yourself. Be prepared to treat your reaction. You will learn more about this in the next chapter.
Quick Tip – A biphasic reaction is when the symptoms of an allergic reaction reappear after the initial treatment. This is why it’s so important to get to the hospital to make sure the reaction is completely gone.
With Mike now gunning it for the beach Jay walked back towards the motors, and facing out to sea, steadied himself with his thighs against the motors, leaning out over and holding onto the back of them. As Mike hit the beach the momentum surging Jay backwards and assisted by the kick of the skegs hitting the beach, both motors eased up and locked in place. Roaring, hissing and spitting water and sand until Mike shut them both down.
What a rush, and now again, what a contrast. Wet and wild, hair-raising and deafening, to instantly, high and dry, motionless and silent. Isolated in perfect nature, to surrounded by a throng of humanity.
Mike jumped off and strode casually towards where the ‘Landy’ was parked, while Jay sat there for a moment as the sounds of the beach drifted slowly back into his consciousness, inquisitive onlookers coming in for a closer look. He stood up, untied the hatch and took off the cover for everyone to have a look at the bounty. He allowed a couple of exuberant kids to jump on board and get a closer look. It was part of the unique holiday experience and vibe that he enjoyed. The bubbliness, the different characters, the banter, the questions, the praise and admiration.
But this time there was something strangely different. There was a warmth, a connection, a silent powerful buzz. He jumped down onto the beach, it always seemed a lot more solid than when he had left it early in the day. Sort of like the feeling you get after you get off of a trampoline. Like the force of gravity had doubled. His body was bronzed by hours in the sun, glistening with a feint touch of perspiration, his long, dark hair bleached at the tips, muscles pumped and honed. The white lines of dried salt giving his skin texture.
What was it, what could he feel? Slowly he turned around and there it unmistakably was. She was looking straight at him. They stared directly into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever. Jay was confused. Who was she? Did he know her? Everything and everyone around him was a blur. It was as though she was standing on a stage commanding the performance and attention; the supporting actors were peripheral and were just taking up space around her. He could feel his body getting hot. A blast of the most delicious energy reaching deep into his inner most parts and without intention or knowing why he started moving towards her. Drawn to and wanting to bathe in more of what ever it was she had
Then suddenly, he was brutally ripped away. “Hey, what the hell are ya doing boy, get the eff’ing winch out and hooked up, your day hasn’t finished yet!” shouted Mike out the window of the ‘Landy.’ And without hesitation Jay got back to work reversing this morning’s proceedings, getting the boat rolled up over the beach and back into the lagoon. He didn’t have time to think until just before Mike drove off back around to the slipway leaving him with an envious, “Can’t you concentrate on anything except pussy for just one day?” “Crikey man, give it a rest!”
The boat now waiting patiently on the edge of the lagoon rocked as Jay leapt onboard and ignited both motors. He turned the boat upstream towards the slipway and at last had another chance to look around for her. He could already feel she wasn’t there anymore, but refused to trust his instincts as he scoured the crowd and beach for her. But he was right, she was gone
Selepas menonton Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials di wayang minggu lepas, admin tengah minat sangat dengan trilogi Maze Runner ini. Pelakon lelaki semua hensem (admin dengar banyak yang lebih suka Minho daripada Thomas, siapa setuju?), cerita pun suspens sepanjang tayangan. Sebab itu, admin sangat teruja bila terjumpa ebuku Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials Official Graphic Novel Prelude.
Dalam ebuku ini, ada 5 komik yang menengahkan watak-watak seperti:
4. Jorge dan Brenda
5. Mary Cooper (doktor yang jumpa dengan Thomas di tempat Right Arms)
Kronologi cerita ini ialah sebelum filem pertama ditayangkan. Dengan gaya penceritaan orang pertama, pembaca boleh mengetahui perasaan dan pemikiran karakter yang tidak ditunjukkan atau hanya ditampakkan sekejap dalam filem. Ebuku ini juga menjawab persoalan yang tersirat berkisar latar belakang Aris sebelum filem kedua dan bagaimana Jorge boleh berjumpa dengan Brenda. Admin rasa sedih semasa penulis mempamerkan beban emosi tanggungan Minho dan Alby. Ramai kawannya yang mati sebagai Runner dan cabaran hidup yang sukar membuat mereka menjadi dewasa, terlalu cepat dari usia mereka.
Keseluruhan cerita ini, dapat menjawab soalan-soalan yang muncul dalam minda anda selepas menonton filem pertama dan kedua. Kalau memang minat dengan siri ini, pasti tak akan kecewa.