*Book 1*
*Completed but Editing*
Saphira Colby doesn't actually exist. The memories she comes up with, the family she describes and the appearance she takes on isn't real. It's a disguise. A disguise to hide the real her, the her that's being hunted...
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Chapter 15 "Women vs. Self"
Saphira's POV:
My feet drag across the carpet of my room, exhaustion making my bones weary and weak. I fall onto the bed, face slamming into the pillow with a rush of air. I groan, letting my bag plop to the floor as I move my tired limbs onto my back.
School didn't finish very long ago, but after english this morning, every single class felt like time was taking twice as long as it usually does. Nothing happened either, so boredom has been a constant thing in my life for this day.
Even sitting in a booth in Jamaica Blue with the girls was boring. All we talked about was Emma and Ryka. I mean, I'm happy for them and everything, but I already know all there is to their relationship.
I made it for God's sake!
I sigh heavily, shoulders slumping into the mattress as the weight of my newfound jealousy sits on top of me. It's not their fault I'm destined to be alone. So why am I jealous?
My head decides to chime in, logic saying that it's because at any point in time my existence could be wiped from the earth. I guess it's true to some extent, but I know that's not the reason.
I just don't know what that reason is yet.
My pocket vibrates and I look down, seeing my phone light up from the inside. I pick the device from its place, squinting at the bright screen.
Marlene - 4pm
can you pls check the mail?
She's staged the text as a question, but I know it isn't one. Even so, I think the least I can do is collect the mail when her and her husband are letting me live in their home. I groan as I get off the bed, muscles screaming in protest.
I trudge down the stairs, not worrying about being loud as I'm the only one in the house. Marlene and Todd are at work, Lana's at one of her friends house and Nate ran off as soon as the bell for last period went.
I open the front door wide, not bothering to close it as I head towards the mail box. I shake my thoughts of any person and open the slot, grabbing a fistful of paper between my fingers. Three small, white envelopes and a large yellow one, like the ones you get from a university or something.
I close the metal tin, arms falling by my sides as I enter back through the house. I lift up the pieces of paper as the door closes, sifting through the names of the recipients.
