“I’m not going home.” Abednego lifted his chin up and stared at Luke, daring him to tell him differently. “I am never going back there. And if I see Shad or Meesh now, I’m gonna do something I’m not ready to do right.”
“Some students don’t go home,” Luke answered mildly. “You don’t have to. But.”
They’d watched Sheba and Magnolia graduate with all the appropriate fanfare, cheered them loudly and left Howard and Magnolia and Sheba and Zita to say goodbye as they wanted.
In a startling show of empathy, Phelen had wandered off, leaving Arnbjörg and Jaya alone, and they, in turn, had grabbed a blanket and headed out to the meadow.
The sun was bright and warm over them. The air felt just right, like you could lie out in nothing but skin and be perfectly comfortable. And Jaya was pressed against her, Mask down and not wearing a whole lot more than skin. Continue reading →
All the older students were in graduation right at that moment, so even if any of his crew still Belonged to any of them, it wouldn’t have been for much longer. The back of Leofric’s neck itched, his hair falling back against it where he hadn’t been able to feel it for… since the school year started. His eyes itched, too, in a weird feeling like he wanted to cry, or had been crying, but he couldn’t imagine why. They were free! They could leave.
Somehow he didn’t feel like packing up to leave yet, though, and besides, all his stuff was already packed up from– Continue reading →
Cya sat quietly in her room, on a cushion on the floor between her two chests, her fingers working slowly on a tiny rainbow sweater without consulting her mind.
It had been two weeks. She didn’t get faint anymore when she stood up. Dr. Caitrin said she was nearly recovered.
Nearly recovered. She hadn’t even known there was anything wrong with her. Nearly recovered. And now she struggled against this sick feeling in her stomach every time she thought about Dysmas. Continue reading →
There were parts of the school he hadn’t seen. There was a whole floor of the school, and all he’d seen of it was the front of the Store.
His room had been exactly as he’d left it on Hell Night. Rafe, apologetic and twitchy, had helped Abed move what few things he had and cared about back to the room.
The first thing he’d done was to buy new clothes. Kilts. He’d seen the bull-guy in kilts, and he had to admit, they suited his new legs better. Shirts that didn’t have anything to do with home, weren’t hand-me-downs, didn’t smell like Rafe or like his brothers or like anything except himself. Continue reading →
“So are we gonna do it?” Arnbjörg was shifting her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels and back again. “I mean. I know Leo went a little…” She considered the room and forced a little bit of tact to come out of her mouth. “Well, he was having some trouble with blackouts when he was here?”
Zita looked at her pointedly. “I don’t know. Are you going to do it?” Her tone was too pleasant to be real.
Arnbjörg looked straight back at Zita. “Should we?”
“Eight months ago, sure. Now?” Zita shrugged.
Arnbjörg considered that answer, looked at Zita again, and decided it was a yes. Continue reading →