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Dimitri said, and handed me another gift bag, a large one this time. Inside I found a brand new, dark purple book bag. It looked to be pretty large, and very sturdy. Stitched to the front, in white, was our pack symbol. “Thank you.” I said. “You’re welcome. It’s large enough, and strong enough to carry your books, and has a special pocket for your laptop. I know it’s not something grand, but you will need it.” Dimitri said with a smile. I nodded, and smiled. I put it back in the bag, along with the frames. Braxton took the bag from me, and put it in the back of the SUV for me.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to figure out what could be weighing her bag down. She made to get the bag off her back, but Mathias stopped her in a suspicious manner. His eyes darted around, scanning the area for any potential threat. "Don't! Let's go much further," he said, his voice hushed and cautious. Clara didn't have time to argue or ask questions; she just obeyed. After moving some more distance further from the electrical store, Mathias helped Clara get the bag down her back. He then quickly unzipped it, and Clara was shocked to see a strange big book inside her bag.

She set the tote bag on my coffee table with a dramatic thump. “Okay,” she announced, rubbing her hands together. “Book club. This is sacred.” “It’s one meeting,” I reminded her. Bailey stared at me like I’d said something deeply offensive. “It’s always one meeting until it’s your entire personality.” I tried not to smile. Failed. Bailey grinned triumphantly and unzipped her tote. “I brought options.” She began pulling paperbacks out like weapons. One had a wolf silhouette against a full moon. Another had a shirtless man with abs carved by a vengeful god. Another, horrifyingly, had both.

When Liam was pulled free, before anyone could say anything else, he pulled out a brown leather bag from behind him and dropped it on his lap, taking a deep breath as he let his eyes fall drastically on me. It should be wrong to look at someone that way. I took my space back as the girls turned their attention to the bag. The evening was getting darker and the students were getting fewer but the atmosphere hasn’t been any tenser. The leather bag would’ve been more of a purse if it was smaller but since it was almost the size of a backpack, it was more of a laptop bag. The bag was as plain as an innocent child but so thick that I was sure it could stop a bullet. At least now I know what to us

STORY CONTINUES BELOW I slowly slid off the window sill and made my way over to the bag. Master just watched me from the corner of his eye as I crawled onto the couch so I was in front of the bag. 12 I cautiously lifted the bag so it was facing me. My mouth fell open as soon as I spotted the thing inside. 8 I carefully pulled out the large sketchbook, admiring the black leather cover and the silver binding. 622 Holy crap... The ones I would get as a child were barely even as big as my hand, but this... 56 I couldn't even think of how to describe it.

Lucy cleared her throat while she took off her jacket. "So did you get it?" King Kanyon asked her. “Totally, dude. Look at her, she got it alright," Cameron winked. "Am I right or am I right?" He chuckled. "Can you not be a pervert right now?" Kanyon barked. "Sorry," Cam whispered under his breath. "Of course I got it," Lucy plucked an old leather book out of her bag. It had strange symbols on the thick, burgundy cover. It looked as if it weighed a ton with pages the colour of ash.

I slip into a random empty paired seat and sink into the window seat, trying to push William Ravenstone out of my head. Bibah pushes our luggage into the compartment made for them under the seats, then sits next to me with a sigh. She takes off her bucket hat as she gets comfortable, loosening the end of her scarf and then bringing out a shiny new book and a bottle of water from her tote bag. I glimpse the title of the book; Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The bus continues to fill up steadily, with students seating themselves next to their mates or their friends.

“We also know you run incredibly fast for someone wearing cheap boots.” Silas finally moved. He didn’t say a single word. He just reached gracefully into the deep pocket of his sleek black trench coat and tossed something heavy onto the center of my desk. My muddy, water-damaged backpack. “Take it,” Silas said coldly. I snatched the bag instantly. My hands trembled slightly despite my best efforts to look tough and unaffected. I yanked the rusted zipper open and dug through the contents. My textbooks were there. My cracked calculator. My pens. But the secret side pocket was completely empty.

I gulped down the water without wasting any more time. I thought several times to go back and retrieve my bag but the thought of my dad or worse Mika finding me and bringing me back would stop me everytime. I didn’t have much in that bag, just what I could carry so I could disappear without being noticed. A change of clothes, my favorite book and some food I put aside. For sure the pocket knife was going to be more helpful than my favorite book. I smile imagining myself fighting the wild animals with a book, what was I thinking? teaching them to read or boring them to death?

"Come to find out. It's yours." My eyes went wide for a long moment, flickering from the bag to Master. Why would he get me something? More importantly, what would he get me? I slowly slid off the window sill and made my way over to the bag. Master just watched me from the corner of his eye as I crawled onto the couch so I was in front of the bag. I cautiously lifted the bag so it was facing me. My mouth fell open as soon as I spotted the thing inside. I carefully pulled out the large sketchbook, admiring the black leather cover and the silver binding.