My Ranking Points
When I spotted the girl with a broken heart and copper eyes, my heart weeped for her.
She was hurting. Indefinitely.
I slowly approached Westina.
“You- Westina, we shouldn’t’ve come here,” I started. I didn’t care if Danny or Angelica heard me. I was speaking to Westina, not them.
She seemed almost hysterical.
“You three don’t understand- I’m Evil- I can’t stay here-,” Westina began to start toward the entrance to Evil.
“Westina-” I couldn’t start. Not in front of them.
“Westina, I’ll take you back to your dorm. Come on.”
She turned to look at me.
Her hard copper eyes rusted, softening.
“Cassian, this is where I belong. I can’t keep lying to myself. Or to any of you. I can’t keep hurting you guys.”
I knew that last sentence was directed at Danny. Westina looked at him especially with care and longing.
It was obvious her heart still throbbed. If I truly loved her, I’d have to let her go find her own way.
Besides, the Storian would make sure she’d come back, right?
I relaxed out of my stance, my ears ringing. I stared at her, hoping my eyes said enough.
Go get them, tiger.
Come back with answers.
Come back so I can hug you again.
I watched my muddied feet as I bolted through the School for Evil.
The echo was loud. I very visibly cringed.
But I was where I belonged. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Maybe I could stay, I thought.
I could hear the bangs and shouts from outside. My pink dress was in stark contrast to the doom and gloom of the castle.
I needed to find a uniform and fast, or else I’d be pulled away by the Wave.
I ran down the hall, my heels clattering with me.
In a burst of frustration, I threw my heels out the nearest window…
onto the Great Lawn. Dang it!
Dovey flickered across my mind. Hopefully, they wouldn’t tell her about my predicament.
I flew past a supply closet. Wait!
I skidded back to the door.
I walked casually in the halls, trying to get used to my new look. Something felt unsettling about it. I couldn’t decide whether it was the mound of bedbugs I could feel crawling around in it, or if it was the feeling that something wasn’t right.
No. I was Evil. Or was I?
Ever since I had met Cassian, I felt like something was wrong about my plan.
As if it wasn’t the right plan.
I shook my head out of it. No. Go the Evil way. Go the right way.
My body thunked, crashing into something.
“Watch where you’re going, Rusty!”