On Saturday night, I race downstairs for the nine o'clock draw wanting to win for the first time ever. Oh, I'll show them! I'll buy this damn place and throw all their asses out. That's what I'll do! That steam dies down when I see Matron Caine going up to her room, her feet on the second and third steps. I try my tiptoe run to escape. But instinct yanks her neck around.
"Miss Pethiel."
Dammit! Two more footsteps and the wall would've been my invisible cloak. I stop mid-run.
"Matron."
"Look at me when I'm talking to you."
I let my sigh breathe freely and turn around. Her snowed-on hair is imprisoned by a bun, making her look younger than usual. But her breasts are still small. I puff mine up with attitude.
"Yes, Matron Caine."
"What day is it?"
"Saturday." My eyes roll. What the heck am I? Her personal assistant?
"Saturday the what?"
"Saturday September 8th," I say beneath my breath.
"That's right. You barely have two weeks left. Shouldn't you be out looking for a job instead of haunting my hallways?"
"Don't worry, Matron. I'll be out of your hair soon enough."
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NINE TIME MACHINES: Do you want to undo your entire life on planet earth?
FantasyThere is a war coming! In it, Lilith and the impostor God must battle for all human minds on earth. But one girl can stand in the gap for all humanity. However, to prove worthy for this feat, Mary must begin shadow work to take the mark upon herself...
