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Chapter Four

Flame's POV

Dark circles under our eyes.

Yawning every five minutes.

She's not going to give up.

Not now.

'Vanessa.'

'Guess what?'

SHE'S LITERALLY ACTING LIKE SHE DIDN'T HEAR ME.

'What?'

'It's five in the morning.'

'So?'

'And we have school today'

'So?'

'We're awake and didn't get a wink of sleep.'

'What exactly is your point, Nessa?'

'And we're here waiting for something.'

I slap my forehead.

'Oh god I swear if I had the chance to kill you, I would do it without a second thought.'

'Oh, you would take the golden opportunity gladly.'

'Yup.'

'But you can't.'

I wrinkle my nose. 'What?'

'You can't kill me Harper.'

'And why is that?'

'Because you love me.'

Silence drops by.

'Sadly yes. Truth is always bitter.'

That irremovable grin again.

I rest my head against the window frame.

'Nessa please spare me from this. Let me sleep. PLEASE.'

She holds my gaze for a brief moment. 'Okay. Go.'

I mutter a 'thank you' and wobble up to her bedroom.

I don't exactly know how I climb the stairs or how I open the door, but the next thing for sure, is that I'm under the blankets.

Vanessa's POV

'FOR THE LAST TIME WAKE UP YOU IDIOT!'

My eyelids snap open.

Even though my eyes were half-closed, I could see Norrie's bright pink lipstick.

Norrie Snapgrass is my step-sister.

Unfortunately.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, she CAN be called pretty, but she just has to ruin her image by putting on unbelievable amounts of make-up.

Oh, especially lip-stick.

Oh god, her lips are the worst part of her face.

She plumps them up so much that sometimes I think her lips are bigger than her nose.

She's got piercings on each finger.

She's quite older to me. She's like 21.

Her college is much further than my school, but she insists Father to drive her first. She apparently has 'important classes'.

I can release the biggest snort, ladies and gentle man.

'What the hell's wrong with you, Norrie?'

'My college is near! I don't my friends to think I've got a sleepy sister.'

'What's gonna happen if they DO find out?'

She sassily flips back her hair and glares at me with those big, blue eyes. 'It's better not to pick a fight with me, Skyler.'

Note to you: She has a problem saying my real name 'Vanessa'

Skyler's my middle name, and Norrie says it with so much disgust.

I wish I could call her by HER middle name, but it would get embarrassing. (BTW her middle name's assloo)

I can enunciate the ASS more than the LOO.

We reach her college, and with one last glare event, she gets out of the car.

Even her CAR-GET OUT is posh.

She puts down one foot. Which is usually tattooed.

Then she confirms her landing with the ground with rubbing her shoe.

Autocorrect: HIGH HEEL NOT SHOE.

Then the same for the other foot, then she puts on the most charming smile and pushes herself forward.

Her friends 'ooh' and 'aah' and I'm laughing my butt off when the car starts moving.

Oh god, Norrie.

'Vanessa?'

The soft voice of my father snaps me back into focus.

'Yeah?'

'You alright? You look a little pale.'

'Oh yeah. That. Um.......I uh....couldn't sleep last night.'

'Oh?'

I shake my head. 'Mhmm. Yeah.'

My step-father, Dale Snapgrass, is a marine Biologist.

He adopted me when I was 2 months old.

He found me with an 'old woman', who probably didn't know how to handle babies. When he brought me back, my step-mother was over-joyed.

Even Norrie and Arianne were excited.

Arianne is my second step sister. She's the kind of girl who's totally against fairy tales. She has this weird scar running down her slender arm.

No one ever told me how she got it.

She can be compared to William Herondale.

One second she's all cuddles and laughs, and the next second she's lava and rocks.

I never got to know why was my name 'Galaxer' and not 'Snapgrass'.

Maybe I was cursed? Or mutated? Or.......

'VANESSA'

'Hmm what? Oh uh.......huh? What was that?'

'I was calling you like, for five minutes!'

'Oh! I'm so sorry I got lost in thought again.'

'Your school's here.'

Muffled shouts tickle my ear.

Children poured out of cars, picking their bags and marching inside.

'Vanessa?'

I open the car door. 'Yeah Father. I'm going.'

'Uh...okay. Have a nice day', he splutters.

But when I step outside, I see the same black form disappearing in the trees.