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I learned all about that last year at my old school. The old school where I fit in. Where I had friends and where I knew everyone, where I'd been going to school since kindergarten. The old school where I was popular and where I had a boyfriend. The old school, where I wasn't some outsider moving in where I was neither wanted or where I wanted to be. The new school, where I am now, is Disappointment Cove High School in Disappointment Cove, Missouri. I'm not kidding, that's the name.

I'm sitting in the back of the room where my regular seat is, trying to pay attention enough so that Mr. Blair won't call on me - yet trying not to make eye contact so that he won't call on me and mortify me in front of the whole History class. I sit slouched, my tiny frame as low in the chair as it can be while still remaining semi-upright. Since my purple-black hair is so short, I don't have it to hide behind, and I left my hoodie in my locker. Could he be any more boring? I mean who cares abo… Continue

It felt so real. Violet reached her hand out to him. He smiled at her reaching out to take her hand in his. How could this be a dream when she could feel him, with nearly all 5 of her senses? She could see him, hear him, smell him, touch him, and in spite of herself, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to taste him. She felt herself blushing, again.

They both knew that even if there was a way for Violet to meet the green-eyed boy, if he wasn't a Nemuritori, they could never be a part of one another's life. It was strictly forbidden and against all the laws of the Nemuritori people. Outsiders weren't welcome in Nemuritori Valley. It was too dangerous; wars had been fought in the past by people trying to obtain the secrets of Fantana de Viata. Even more unsettling was the fact that “Green Eyes” could be from the nearby underground city of Moo… Continue