DISCOVERING I'M A HYBRID LUNA

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ver talked ab

im from the heaviness in Dad's voice when he said goodnight to me and hesitated at

e door of the room opposite mi

... grief wa

amatic way people would imagine, n

it had settled into the walls and furniture and into my ski

er for the love they lost, someone that held

h Club, when Zelda rolled her eyes as I spoke yearly at different a

like I did. They may have grieved

annoying song. "Are you driving to school today or

a glance at her, that was my first rul

into her

oral perfume filled my senses as s

t? Shouldn't you be looking... better? I mean you'r

ame out of their houses and f

I couldn't tell but they laughed l

you in your car t

if I don't find our brooding wa

ped wa

need to answer her, she wasn't worth the energy

a sm

e that sick smi

mayor's daughter. That should count for something

ed like a shriek. "You rea

for her

this town? It belongs to me. You're just the sad little girl we

p today. She didn't know it but she was

e one left by the family I never knew and th

r but I kept my head

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ith life, tables were stacked with p

rial would take place and the entire town wa

d most

the werewo

ed half the town. I hated them for what they did, for the lives they took. For the wa

nts lov

he way everyo

remembered the important things, food, warmth, quiet and cakes on my birthda

dn't bla

*

"We've got your speech set for ten and we need you ready b

odd

ght m

me a t-shirt wit

give, Nev

to change, the shirt felt uncomfort

ion in the mirror. I l

didn't feel

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d up in the

her as she pretended to hang flyers around. Her smile was picture perfe

roved speech. I hated speeches and I usually preferred to sk

ed sweetly. "You might want to let the cam

to be here, you can go back to swooning over

my statement. "Excuse me?"

heard

problem is, Maya? You think your problems make you special. It doesn't. Everyone

oked

't understand." I sa

ve with grief but who gets jealous becaus

t, she didn't h

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guardians. Teachers stood at different spots for donations to the town memori

heart hammered and my finger

o speak, it wasn't the w

arents in the Blood War. Some of you know me as the girl the Hawkes adopte

d slight chuckles.

er got to meet and left behind ghosts that can't be buried. I live with two of the

silence in

uld see Zelda seething as I

d. "Hating them is bette

upted with

n and students part of our club pa

sat be

scent, it

well," she

odd

else. Just sat there, wa

y anything else...I h