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Titanium Chapter 10
Stacee rather disliked how close his best friend and his little sister had gotten since the beginning of the year. It started with small excuses, studying and Qudditch games, which turned into full on dates and make-out-sessions. The whole thing was weird, Landon was always giddy and talking about how amazing Mable was. And of course she was always around to nitpick, to say things like, "I don't understand why you actually paid someone to cut your hair if you can just change the length whenever you want." Or comment on how "cute" it was when his hair spontaneously changing color. She acted sweet and caring and as much as Stacee wanted it to be true he knew she was just manipulative and cruel. He warned Landon about it once of twice but Landon felt it was just siblings fighting. Stac disapproved but it really came down to Landon's decision so he butted out.
With Landon hanging around Mable all the time Stacee had tons more time to himself. He got to hang out with Charlie and Jason
Titanium Chapter 9
The Hogwarts Express rolled into the train station at the castle after the long familiar ride from London to the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Stacee stood and looked out the window and his warm breath fogged up the glass hazing the window. He couldn't help but laugh and draw a silly mustached face. The purple haired boy turned towards his best friend, still sleeping and kicked his shin to wake him.
"Rise and shine Wisenburg!"
The tall freckled fifteen year old grumbled and pulled himself out of the chair, "who let you in here."
"I let myself in," Stacee commented stepping out of the train car.
Landon huffed and followed his friend out the door, "How rude."
"Right next time I'll sit with someone else and you'll be left on this train back to London."
"I don't think I'd mind."
"But we have to take NEWTS and OWLS this year?"
Stacee shook his head and smiled, "You have issues." He followed the flow of students out the train and onto the small carriages. Stacee and his
Slate barely managed to get sleep the night before. He stood groggy in the elevator up to the roof; Argona might have been talking, maybe not, either way Slate wasn't listening. They tributes were ushered up to the roof and loaded into aircrafts. Slate slunk into his seat waiting for his tracker. Too many of the kids shivered or cried, looking like they'd given up already. It almost wants fair, the "competition" he had to play against. He told himself time and time again that it just meant he'd claim victory sooner. He supposed he always envisioned a stupendous victory. Unfortunately he'd have to suffice with this one. He laid back and watched the tributes as the aircraft took off from their roof and touched down in near the arena.
Slate walked off the aircraft, giving a light nod to the district one tributes and telling Argonia he'd see her in a few. Sure enough he was quickly taken down to individual rooms to dress for the games. It was more like a closet though, small and drea
Titanium Chapter 8
Stacee stirred to find his young aunt sitting in the arm chair adjacent to her couch that he slept on. She was still in her baggy red pajama pants and a big cream sweater hung over one side. A cup of steaming coffee on the coffee table, one hand was being used to prop up her head while her fingers tapped rhythmically along her cheek. "Hi Stac, care to explain what you're doing here?"
Stacee rolled over and buried his face in the cushions, "take a gander."
Kirsten raised her brow , "Don't you sass me Stacee."
"Did they kick you or or did you run away. "
"Stac, running never fixes anything. Because when you go back they'll be waiting for you. "
Stacee sighed and sat up facing his aunt. "You know how they are."
"Look it's like I'm not even a kid in that house...mom's ignorant of all the shit going on in the world. I think the muggle World War III could break out and she's continue baking.And the same goes with my father's bullshit. She said something a
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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