There are family photos taken when I was a baby, which show Mom, Dad and me at a big house overlooking the ocean. Mom says we still own the house; it's somewhere in Australia or New Zealand or something, and they rent it out. That's why we never go there.
My best friend Mack and I just started our senior year in high school. If I'd known anything about where that year would take us, I might have bumped the renters out of our beach house in Australia and stayed there for the duration.
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The moment Justin Griffin turns eighteen, his life changes completely.
He isn't human.
His best friend isn't human.
His parents are definitely not who they say they are.
What's a guy to do?