Where does she live? Sara wondered. Nerezza had never said anything about a home or a family (she had said a total of 18 words her entire time at the school.)But Sara assumed she had one. So here I am, she thought, at the address the school secretary gave me and nothing’s here. She looked again at the address scrawled on the sticky note in her hand: 163 Moonstone Street. There was a 162 and a 164, but no 163; just an empty lot where a house should have been. And what about her parents? Sara wondered. Who fills out her forms and signs her math tests? Who buys her clothes and school supplies? Sara intended to find out.
Getting into these schools require bending many minds. One must have an address, certification of birth, and numerous other forms, all to be filled out by one’s parents. Conjuring certificates is easy enough, but many people need…convincing. I do hope the school board members do not suffer from brain damage.
“I’m breaking up with you.” Sara was outside her boyfriend Mike’s house.
“What!?” She half yelled.
“I’m sorry. But you’ve been acting so weird lately. Freaking out about this new girl. She is a freak, but you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Then you dye your hair crazy a crazy color, and cover it up badly, just to impress me. We can still be friends.” Mike said from his bedroom window.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” Sara cried. “I wasn’t trying to impress you. My hair turned white on its own, so I tried to cover it up with blond, but did brown by mistake. AND IT’S ALL NEREZZA’S FAULT!” She finished hysterically.
“Sure, right.” Mike said, and closed the window.
That night, Sara washed out all the cheap hair dye, and noticed that more of her hair had turned white underneath.
Ashley hung up with a hysterical Sara for second time in just over a week. She was fairly sure Sara was a little obsessed with Nerezza, but Sara always tended to overreact. Either way, Ashley had promised Sara that tomorrow, they would break Nerezza’s shell. No matter what it would take.

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