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I am standing beside the wide window, staring at the view of my office. I love the new ocean blue color of my office. Gray was so pale for a cologne company. Blue is perfect : especially because it's my favorite color. Everything was changed over the weekend. From the walls to the floors to the logo to the carpets. CLARKE is now a blue company. Blue and White. The office phone rings. "Yes Ms. Crawford." "Ms. Bridget Banks is here to see you."

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

Always. Yours truly, Lilly (Your little Ribbon)' My heart fights through the mess of feelings I try to deal with. A heavyweight tries to press over my chest and cloud my mind, but for the first time, instead of feeling the bad, I concentrate on the good. I concentrate on the last two months, on yesterday, on last night and I let everything else go. I stare at the blue ribbon laying over my palm and I know, I just know; This is just the beginning.

I turned back to see that Shaurya also came after us but maintained a distance. Arun showed me some statues on his phone and asked me to choose from them. I was impressed and I selected some of them and was a bit doubtful about which ones would Megha aunty like to have. So I asked him to send me the pictures but he said that he couldn't do that, I would have to select them right away, so that he would request his friend to get them for me before we reach back to Bengaluru.

“Hello LB, it is great to see you again. I see you have brought some new guest with you this time around.” “Hello Daxt, yes, I have. I would like you to meet Jessblue. Cristina’s sister and my Brother’s Mate.” His face looked a little disturbed when I told him Jesblue was Cristina’s sister, but once I mentioned she was my brother’s mate you could see his features calming. “These are her Barons or as you would call them warriors. Chris and Andrew. Jessblue is the first to greet Daxt. “Hello sir, it is nice to meet you.” “Hello, Jessblue, and Hello to you both as well. Welcome to Dire Territory, it is nice to have you Join us.”

"The paper is gone. But I remember the ink on my fingers." "It is in the file now." Marvin leaned his head back against the wall. "Then let them burn." Lina rested her finger on the Enter key. She waited three seconds. Then she hit it. The keyboard clacked. A circle spun on the screen. "Come on," Sophia said. A green checkmark appeared. 05:16:04. "It is gone," Marvin said. "Did the proxies catch?" Marvin tapped his tablet. "The traffic is moving. Geneva is hosting. Tokyo is mirroring. It duplicates every ten seconds."

Aunt Gloria was snacking on nuts when she snapped her head toward me as I sat in the corner “How did you do with your exam? I hadn’t heard much about your grades.” Silence hung heavily in the air. The smile on Tracey’s face went stiff. Before long, she flicked her hand without a care. “Kaycee got into Briarwood University as well. “Her grades are mediocre at best, so she honestly got lucky to be admitted into BU. “Well, at least both girls will be on the same campus. Kaycee can help out Mikayla there.”

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

“Considering I’m currently going through the same thing your husband did.” “My husband went to jail.” “I came rather close to it.” “So, I’m supposed to feel sorry for you, am I? Even after knowing what you’ve done?” “I’m not sure what you mean, I was cleared of all charges,” Blue was still struggling to decide what he was getting out of the whole conversation. Had Bradley sent him to gather information? Or was he acting on his own, stupid pride? Either way, she was sure he was a waste of good oxygen. Not even a dying tree would take the carbon dioxide spilling like sewerage from his mouth with all the shit he was saying.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************