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“No, Claire, I am including myself. Just because I act like I’m better than everyone doesn’t mean I think I’m great. I have a very low opinion of myself, trust me. It just means I’m constantly being surrounded by people who are even less impressive. It’s very depressing.” “Ah think you’ll find this will cheer you oop.” Flossie jumped in front of me, legs wide apart, hands on hips in superhero pose. She pointed a finger at me, and out of the end appeared a teeny, tiny flame. For about a microsecond, and then pfft, it was gone. “Shit. Ah got it to last a bit longer last time.” There were a lot of hugs and jubilation, as you would expect for this minor miracle.

he said through clenched teeth. “Professor, you’re about one bad step away from rolling halfway down Frost Ridge.” “I am not—” I crouched and hooked an arm behind his knees before he could protest. “What are you doing—” I lifted him. He was lighter than I expected, but still solid weight as I straightened. “Put me down.” “No.” “Mr. Foster.” “Relax.” His hands grabbed my shoulders as the ground shifted beneath him. “Put. Me. Down.” “I’m getting you back to the trailhead.”

Fred burst into laughter. Fred wasn't exactly wrong—without using memorial coins, the small flute could do him little to no harm! As he laughed, he struck. Fred lunged forward, his chest squirming uncomfortably, turning into a large mouth with grotesque teeth. It was terrifying! His head quickly swelled, growing twice its size in a matter of seconds. "How repulsive," Felix uttered, his face twisting in disgust. At the same time, he launched his soul attack, and Fred took a step back—fear apparent on his face.

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It was funny how I made friends by calculating their crazy level. "Flip, sip or drink it is!" Andre announced and brought out a coin from his pocket. I frowned, wondering why he had a coin in his pocket. Perhaps he knew we were going to play this. He flipped the coin in the air and yelled, "Heads!" Before catching and showing it to the crowd–he guessed right because it was head. They cheered for him and he handed it to the person by his right–the person happened to be Lola.

When we first got together, I had suggested we make up private nicknames for each other. Simon didn't like that. He said sticky, clingy nicknames gave him goose bumps and made him uncomfortable. So it wasn't that he was uncomfortable. It just depended on who was saying it. Ivy steadied herself against the couch and stood. "Maren, don't misunderstand. I twisted my ankle, and Sim was only helping me rub it." I looked at the cotton slippers on her feet. Pink, with little bunny ears. On the table, the cup of milk had a cute star-shaped figure on it.

My eyes trailed off to Chris who was sneaking in another treat. She didn’t wait for my answer, spinning around flipping her hair in my face, “I’m going in, “ she gleamed, and without further notice, walked towards Chris, leaving me gagging trying to get the taste of her hairspray out of my mouth, “ yes, you do that, flippy," I gagged. I approached the two with a slight sigh, maintaining a short distance. Britney had snuck up on Chris from behind, covering his eyes with her hands so naturally now we had reached the awkward part, his hand’s feeling up her arm to get a clue of who it was.

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And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.