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“You never let me have any fun!” Spencer shouted. Before his mother could say anything, he stormed out the front door and slammed it behind him. Without looking back, he sat on the top step of the front porch and sighed. It was so unfair, how he couldn’t climb any more. How else was he supposed to get one of those pretty birds? He sat there for a while, admiring the robins flit from branch to branch. Everyone in his class thought they were plain and boring, but Spencer had always thought they were brilliant.
It was right about then that he noticed something struggling on the ground. Curious, he walked over to see what it was. He had to squint a bit to see without his glasses, but after a moment of examination he saw that it was a pretty little robin, stranded with a broken wing.
None The Wiser“Hey, you ready to go?”
Skyler looked up and saw Kyle standing next to his locker, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his tutor.
“Yeah, just let me grab my books,” he said, picking a few textbooks out of his locker before standing up. “Alright, I’m ready.”
The two started walking towards the school lunchroom, side by side. They had agreed to study during lunch today, as they normally did.
“Did you get your report card?” Kyle asked, looking over at Skyler.
“Yeah,” Skyler said with a small nod.
“How was your math grade?”
“A little better,” Skyler said with a shrug, remembering the “B+” on his report card. “I’m not failing if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Really?” Kyle asked, looking surprised. “I would have thought with all those good test scores you would have done better.”
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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