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“I blushed, looking around at all the dancers. All the girls look so beautiful. And the boys handsome. I’m not any of that. “R-Ravyn.” I said, as he twirled me around. “D-do you really think I’m beautiful?” Ravyn chuckled with a faint smile. “More than you know.” We danced between a row of women. A smile came to my lips.“Do y-you think anyone here is more pretty?” Ravyn shook his head. “If all the women in the world were combined,” He brushed his fingers against my cheek. “They would look ugly against you.” “What if I am ugly.” “Your not.” Ravyn said. “No. If I-I were.” Ravyn had a thoughtful look, his glanced to the ceiling before lowering his eyes on mine. “Then,” He tilted his head. “I would bruise myself, cut my skin, and make my teeth decay.” He put his mouth to my ear, his breath fresh and warm. “Only so you don’t feel lonely.”

“My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real!”

“She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?”

“How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?”

“You didn’t give us much choice.” Mitchell glared at her. “But once I saw your little Deathstar routine... Let’s just say I understood why.” “Told you I had a plan,” Marley beamed. “That’s the reference you get?” Reyna sighed as she dodged another attack. “Its Star Wars,” Marley shrugged. “Who doesn’t get Star Wars?” “She has a point,” Armie half-grinned as he darted away from a serpent’s mouth on his Skyboard. “Who doesn’t get Harry Potter?” Reyna asked, irritated. “So, does she,” Armie chuckled nervously. “Someone’s whipped.” Marley raised her eyebrow, bemused. “Nice to know some things never change.” “Apparently,” Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Now, if we could take a break from today’s installment of ‘The Teens Of Our Lives’ —”

“Kirk...” said Kevin, finally letting go of his knees. “...I don’t think your precious friend is home right now.” Kevin drew his sword and swung it in preparation. “We’re not going to kill them,” I said. “They’re cursed.” “So are you,” Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yet you still seem to be in control of yourself... so far, anyway.”

“Your first love,' I exclaimed, happily. 'I thought it was pretty romantic, how he would recite poems to you and hung out with you after school.' 'Well, that was a long time ago.' Anvi appeared to be uncomfortable talking about it, which I understood why; Anvi’s first love broke her heart before she left. Her first love was her last.”

“Depression is a funny thing. Some days you have the strength to get up out of bed and attempt to live your life as a normal human being, but others…you just don’t want to leave your room and socialize with the outside world—the world that you hate on days like this. You stay secluded in a tiny space, left alone to the thoughts that eat at your brain until you finally sit down and let them be thought.”

“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”

“Gilbert Guttlebocker particularly enjoyed narratives that were so fantastic that they could not be believed without suspending one’s understanding of reality, such as that tall tale of the tiny little invisible thing that nearly blew up the whole world, commonly known as the Manhattan Project; or the strange story in which a man who had been dead for three whole days raised himself to life again, often called The Gospel; or that farcical legend in which liberal casino-owner Donald Trump became the arch-conservative president of the United States, also known as American History. You see, Gilbert, like many children his age, had such a powerful imagination that he actually believed these absurd narratives to be factual, and he longed for the day when he could be involved in a story equally beyond belief.”

“The demon of revenge had already taken hold of his heart. The cancer of injustice had already eaten at his cheerful soul, leaving a skeleton of a carcass behind, one that could never feel compassion for humans—or anything else—again.”

“What’s not to love? I made friends with a pretty girl and now we get to plan a castle break in. This beats the day to day kill, eat and survive.”

“Shanks snickered with delight. “It’s the end result that matters, doll. Only the victor walks away with his head intact. Every soldier on this ship knows that as well.” Eena glared hard at the smirking giant. “Oh, and one more thing. Kira really hates you.” Shanks broke out in such a fit of laughter that even Kode found it contagious. Niki smacked her boyfriend on the back of the head for being insensitive. (Kira did not say that,) Ian groaned critically. (So what? It’s true,) Eena grumbled. (I hate him too.) (I don’t know why you let the guy get under your skin. Who cares what he thinks? You have nothing to prove to him.) Eena glared harder at the laughing Viidun as she thought about what bothered her most. It was the way Shanks acted, as if he considered himself superior to everyone. The thug was always bossing people around, snubbing their opinions, surpassing others at even the most trivial accomplishments. But the worst thing was that he honestly saw himself as invincible. (The guy is full of himself, so what? Just let it roll off your back.) If only simple advice were as simple to carry out.”

“You are part of our sisterhood, girl, which means for life. We rely on you, and we need you to rely on us. We’re sisters, trusting in each other always. If I don’t know what’s happening in your life, there’s no way I can help. And if I can’t help, then I’m of no value. Don’t do that to me.”

“I’ve worn Niki’s pants for two days now. I thought a third day in the same clothes might be pushing it.” Ian shrugged with indifference. “It might send Derian through the roof, but it doesn’t bother me. Wear what you want to wear.” Eena wrinkled her nose at him. “Do you really feel that way or are you trying to appear more laissez-faire than Derian?” “More laissez-faire?” “Yes. That’s a real word.” “Two words actually,” he grinned. “Laissez faire et laissez passer, le monde va de lui même!" He coated the words with a heavy French accent. Eena gawked at him. “Since when do you speak French?” “I don’t.” Ian chuckled. “But I did do some research in world history the year I followed you around on Earth. Physics was a joke, but history—that I found fascinating.” Slapping a hand against her chest, Eena exclaimed, “I can’t believe it! Unbeknownst to me, Ian actually studied something in high school other than the library’s collection of sci-fi paperbacks!” He grimaced at her exaggerated performance before defending his preferred choice of reading material. “Hey, popular literature is a valuable and enlightening form of world history. You would know that if you read a book or two.” She ignored his reproach and asked with curiosity, “What exactly did you say?” “In French?” “Duh, yes.” “Don’t ‘duh’ me, you could easily have been referring to my remark about enlightening literature. I know the value of a good book is hard for you to comprehend.” He grinned crookedly at her look of offense and then moved into an English translation of his French quote. “Let it do and let it pass, the world goes on by itself.” “Hmm. And where did that saying come from?” Ian delivered his answer with a surprisingly straight face. “That is what the French Monarch said when his queen began dressing casually. The French revolution started one week following that famous declaration, right after the queen was beheaded by the rest of the aristocracy in her favorite pair of scroungy jeans.” “You are such a brazen-tongued liar!”