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I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.

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Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

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Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

Once there, he takes a picture of a big tree and I take a picture of a very pretty yellow flower which I don't know the name of. "We put Red and Blue as nicknames?" I ask. "It's a bit too obvious, isn't it? Other people will see our profiles, they don't need to know which pack we are from." "That's right. But I don't have much of an idea." "I do." He taps on his phone then snatches mine out of my hand. He taps for a moment and then gives it back to me. "Sapphire?" "Yes, it's blue." I get a message on the app.

My gaze landed on a new user added to the group chat. Unlike everyone else, the user had no username, with a hamster as a profile picture. I sneered. Very unprofessional. With the rage bubbling in me, I typed away on my keyboard. Spilling my thoughts about how unprofessional it was to not use an actual name and picture in an important work group. Satisfied, I exhaled and clicked the send arrow. But just then... Mr. Crawford's message popped up just as mine uploaded. His message tagged the strange user. [Welcome to the group chat, Mr. Davenport.]

But enough to buy time. Last night, walking home, I saw him again. On a billboard on Crenshaw. Kai Sterling. Suit. Hair perfect. Smiling like he’s got the whole world figured out. Hand resting on some kid’s shoulder. AQUA West logo big and clean. Caption: “Clean Water. Stronger Future.” I stopped dead. Just stared. He looks nothing like me. Nothing like this life. But his blood is in me. In them. I touched my stomach under my hoodie. Whispered, “Your blood. But not your life.”