I will hold on to this year.
This is my last year as the person I know. My last year as a regular human.
I mean, I'm already a caster, but not officially until I'm sixteen.
But there is something off with me.
Most caster children will know their powers even before they're fourteen.
Well, it's my fifteenth birthday and I don't know what my gift is yet. Even my younger brother, Ricardo, knows that he's a Sybil.
When I do find my power, I hope I'm something that's confirmed good, like a thermatgauge or, I don't know, a happiness-maker. The one thing I'd hate to be is a siren.
They are confirmed evil, and live life like hell.
Look at Ridley Duchannes. She's as dark as an incubus. And the worst person alive on earth.
Maybe not more than Lenox Gates.
Not one person in my family has been claimed dark. Yet.
I know I get to claim myself, but say if in this one year I'm influenced to pick evil? Or if my powers influence me to be evil?
I head off to bed, thinking of life. I go to normal mortal school, with my normal mortal friends, and so far normal mortal self. I think of Nathaniel, the boy of my dreams, and how I'll never be worthy of him. I think of Romeo, the other boy who has caught my attention, and the only boy I have ever mattered to. Please, as if that matters.
As I shut my eyes, a searing pain pierces my eye sockets. It feels as if my eyes are burning. I suddenly feel weak and my whole body becomes limp. My head starts spinning.
I force myself asleep, hoping that I will be all better in the morning.
I'll be okay in the morning.
Hell, was I wrong about that.
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Nothing Gold Can Stay
RandomRue Graceheart is a caster. She has known all her life that on her sixteenth birthday she will claim herself light. But when everything goes wrong the year before her claiming, can she still go light? They say that a siren will always be evil, but...
