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’t hear me. “ECHO, turn off the alarm.” I managed to get out. I heard a growl that I could

ndra, my stepmother hissed. Normally, I refer to her as my step

ed to my dad. You’re the step-witch that wants me to pretend you gave birth to me. You will never be able to replace her. I’m not like you. Stop trying to make me your perfect little girl and leave me be. I wasn’t interested when I was fi

u with your dad. Why do you make me fight so hard? I’ve only ever tried to be a good mother to you an

t and I can’t trust you. Serenity doesn’t either, so save it. I’ll be graduating next week. I’m 18 tomorrow. I’ll be ou

derstand her. She sulks about the fact that I won’t let her replace my mom and tries so hard. Sometimes it feels like she anno

le of varying ages. The high school is on our local community college campus, so we can take college classes while taking our regular studies. So there were people

a liquid matte plum lipstick. My skin is a tan that most beach barbies would kill for. My hair is shoulder length. It’s not curly but not straight either. I have to straighten it most days or it’s a frizzy mess. The roots at the crown of my head are pink while the rest is blue and purple. For now, anyway. My shirt is a baby blue crop top with black skulls

fortable. People stared at me and seemed hypnotized. Across the way, a boy yelled out my name but I couldn’t hear him. Apparently, he really wants to talk to me. He runs to move in front of me so I see hi

Silk today, yea?”

up?” I’m trying really hard to be nice. The step-witch put me in a really bad

ven I didn't know existed. He wouldn’t tell me details either. He said when they are ready they’ll tell me, but they all want to protect me. “Our statistics final is today. Was wo

it. My inner monologue is starting to get loud. I pull a red post-it note from my purse and handed it to Manic. He understands immediately, getting me to a

ast a shadow of them. My therapist says I have Dissociative Identity Disorder but I feel like this is something different. I don’t know how to explain it. In this zone I see some fully formed individuals and some who are shaped like shadows and so, and others th

eaks up. “We’ll get to that after we get through today. These may be teenage worries, but our human needs us to let her do what she needs for now.” I look at her funny. She’s never called me her human before, as if sh

lf. Serenity tells me “yes” and then urges me to hurry to class. She always waited till I sat down to take over. She says there are things