Jace kisses me and I tilt my face up to face him, smiling. Indigo opens a bag of lunchmeat and I smile wider, glad he could make it without messing something up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I glance at them, unsure who Mistress was talking to, and find the displeasing look on Master's face. Not from me, I realize, but from her ending the kiss.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I awake from my nap on the couch, I hear Rayah and Jace getting all kissy face and then Rayah asks what Jace wants to eat. Then she says that he hasnt been himself.
"That's because your mother is a B*tch" I say from the couch. Sticking my hand up so they could see it, so they didn't think I was a ghost.
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
