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One of the hardest things in the world to realize is that you're not needed.

.-*-. Peggy woke up in a good mood. She put on her tight shirt and pencil skirt and brushed her now short strawberry blonde hair while whistling a country song. Her roommate, Amisi Hasson, watched Peggy as she put on her niqab. “You look happy to day,” Amisi told her. Peggy shrugged. “I am happy today.” “Why?” The southern girl shrugged. “It’s just one of those days.” Peggy walked out of their shared dorm room, Amisi screamed, and Peggy’s vision went white. It was just one of those days. .-*-. “Two kids died the other day. Blu Tirips and Diamond Neknarf,” Hecate t

I was told my sight was wrong. The wolves told me this, just before they made me start swallowing those little white bugs. The bugs traveled to my ears and eyes, to block out the quiet muttering and the unnamable colors of the world. The wolves replaced my pine scented room with a cold smelling antiseptic cage. After all, my sight was wrong and I couldn’t be trusted, even though I knew that the monster was there, and I don’t want to hear anymore crap about it being my little brother. That’s not possible. I’m a good big sister, and good big sisters don’t hurt little brothers. I don’t trust the wolves in th

.-*-. Franken woke up at ten o’clock. He didn't wake up because something had grabbed him from under the bed or something went bump in the night. He woke up because one of the other students, who was wearing an owl mask, was shaking him. “Sorry about this, but this is kind of a ritual that Vick’s kids go through,” the owl boy whispered, praying that he didn’t wake up Erick. He held up a handkerchief. Franken allowed himself to be blindfolded. After all, he still would be able to sense souls. The owl boy led him though the dorms. He only stopped once, and the owl masked boy left Franken alone in the hallway. Th

.-*-. As it turned out having about six hundred boy in one building wasn't a smart idea. The whole morning was filled with broken lips and fake farting. Franken had been smart enough to wake up and shower, but Spirit hadn't. Twice someone had tried to break into the bathroom, and ended up stabbing someone with a fork. But that wasn't even compared with two floors above them two twin British redheads tossed a firecracker in the bathroom of a showering Native American boy. A 6:40 Spirit sat down next to Franken and grabbed a large stack pancakes and started to shove them down at a neck breaking speed. Franken watched him for a moment for sep

Franken Stein and Spirit Albarn walked through the Hogwarts halls, just having gotten done with a mutual detentions, and concerting how they had acted they'll be getting another one. Spirit was still laughing. He untied his Gryffindor tie and tied it around his forehead. Franken shrugged and followed suit with his own Ravenclaw tie. Spirit wasn't popular with the other Gryffindors. They believed him more Hufflepuff than Gryffindor, but Franken's seen another side of him that rarely comes out. A side that Franken really didn't understand how it could exist under the redhead's exterior personality. Spirit stopped, and Franken copied. Spirit

She was a strange girl; blood red dress, gray skin and hair. Her eyes held wisdom that was beyond her years. A jack of spades twirled between the fingers on her left hand. This town was new to her, which was always a good thing. She saw something colorful out of the corner of her eye so she turned. The card became still in her hand. As she read the poster she caught a bit of yellow out of the corner of her eye. Two heads. She ripped the poster off the wall and raced after them. She passed under two tall dancing lover. As she watched them they didn't look at her. She went back to following the two headed person. She found a peep hole in

Marie knew that her family had money troubles. She knew that the fights that her partents got into were about money. How her father had lost his job and her mother didn’t have one to begin with. She knew that they were scared. She also knew that her sisters were scared. And that she was scared. Fear circled throughout the family, causing fights and tears, but the source was ignored. One day Marie woke up and her mother was gone. She snuck out of the house and into the woods to find her when she heard a scream. She ran over to see a boy not much older than her wearing dirty clothes. He was holding his arm to his chest. “What h

Midnight mares, Death of Day, I am overly fond. Burial of the sun, Birth of the moon, The tragedy of day is over so soon. Magic madness Beautiful blight. That’s what happens in the dead of the night.

.-*-. Joe walked onto the balcony with his hands in his pockets. "You're back," a voice to his left said. Joe nodded, but kept looking at the figure before him. The figure's back was turned. The three were silent for a moment. "So, you've met them," the voice to Joe's left said as she pulled her dreadlocks into a ponytail. Joe shook his head. "Only a few. Franken Stein, Spirit, Marie Mjölnir, and Hecate. And it seems that Spirit and Hecate new each other. He called her 'Raven Tail'." "Oh, God. Where have I heard that before?" the girl tightened her ponytail. "How many are there total?" the boy turned to the girl. Joe took a few