Gabriella Batel

Teen Thrillers, Apocalypses, and a Little Magic


Into the World

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by Gabriella Batel

Everything’s black. It has been for months, and I don’t remember anything before. Muffled gurgles and whooshes and thuds cradle me. If I stretch, my fingers run across a slick, elastic surface.

And then I’m moving. There’s blinding light; air floods my lungs. And there’s a voice.

“It’s a girl!”

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