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"It doesn't matter anyways. I have another homework for you" I sighed. But louder than intended. "Oh, are you tired? Ugh, ugly Betty." she grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging at it. "Just remember who you are and where you stand in this school." Everyone else in the class had turned to watch. Some had their phones out and were recording. "YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. CHARITY. CASE" she said drawing out the words more than necessary.

I sucked it clean and whispered with a satisfied, exhausted smile: “I’m ready.” The Whisper Chain had completely consumed us… and we still wanted more

“Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?” I stared at the message for a moment and then typed back: “There’s no need. Be good to Summer. I wish you both happiness for the rest of your lives.” With that, I shut off my phone and boarded the flight. Half an hour later, Lucien was still at dinner with Summer, unaware of my message until his phone rang. It was his assistant. “Alpha Lucien,” the voice said, tense. “There’s been a plane crash. One of the evening flights just went down.”

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She muttered in a sullen tone. “Ayyyts! STOP BEING A LAZY BONE AND GET UP ALREADY! YOU DON’T WANT TO BURN IN HELL, DO YOU?” Rico shouted. He barged at the door and pulled April to get up, but she gave him a kick in the stomach. “Don’t wanna.” She replied with hiss. “Fine whatever, it’s your choice.” He stood up with hurtful stomach and left.

He wasn't a morning person; if he was here at six-thirty, it meant something was bleeding online. "You're going to want to see this," he said, tone flat, eyes heavy with the grim amusement of someone who'd watched this pattern unfold too many times. I didn't need to ask what "this" was. Bad news always travelled fast. It had a specific gravity, a way of pulling everything else toward it. The video was short, barely three minutes. Lillie Hart was sitting in what looked like her apartment, her lips painted bright red, and her eyes sharp with smug satisfaction.

*Maerilee* The sun shines down brightly on us as we press forward, the air thick with the promise of something monumental just ahead. My chest feels heavy, not from the climb or the journey, but from the weight of everything riding on us reaching Bright Waters. Time feels like a noose tightening around my neck, pulling tighter with every passing moment. This journey has already taken much longer than I’d ever anticipated. If we don’t get back to Altinna soon, I fear what we’ll find when we return.

I said as I served Aunt Joanna and George coffee though I wanted so badly to hear what Damon was saying to Lucas. “Oh, Mum, he says he wants to see you.” Lucas said as he walked upstairs, and George went with him. “Wait, who is it?” I yelled, pretending I didn't know who was out the door. “Good afternoon.” I managed to let out as I saw him in a faded blue jean trousers and a green T-shirt, on which the word ‘fire' was written. Yeah, everything about you is hot as hell, I pondered. “Hi, Ms Ithaca, I have a little favour to ask from you.”

How I want to have an iPhone. I sighed, "You seriously don't know how to detect sarcasm on someone's sentence." Sophie put down her iPhone and looked at me. "But, well. If you know and if you could share what you know. Why not?" I said, raising my hands and doing these weird as fuck gestures I do whenever I feel worried and… you know, ashamed of my stupidity. Fuck it, Kath. Why are you so indecisive?