Ha. I love cliffhangers. Oh, it's me. Caddy. You weren't expecting that, were you? You've gotten lost in the patterns of this book. A chapter each Friday. usually around 1000 words. Five chapters per person. Willa, Elle, Ben, and Arson. I even made sure Willa started again, just so you'd feel as if you were safe in a pattern. Who am I? Who knows. All I know is that my whole life has been told in the form of a story. I see things through other people's eyes. Their whole lives, sometimes. I don't live their whole lives, but I somehow know everything that happened to them. One glance at their face, I know that the person scraped their knee when they were little. No, I'm not in control. I couldn't change the way Elle's story played out. But I can explain it to you. I can put a filter on the pain and the suffering to squeeze out a good story to read on long road trips or under the covers at night. It's all just a story. If this was happening in real life, you would be horrified. This would be kidnapping. This would be wrong. But it's a story, right? None of this really happened. Yet you still gaze in wonderment at the adventures of a thirteen-year-old girl being tortured. Now that the filter is off, it seems pretty cruel, doesn't it? I used to love romance stories. the way everything was perfect. The perfect girl, the perfect guy? Sometimes the writers gave the characters imperfections to humanize them. But you shouldn't have to. I wish there was a really good book. One with characters you could relate to. Not with stereotypical white girls like Valarae, or perfect boys like Ben. I wish I could alter the outcome of this story for I know no good shall come of it. I know my character, my place in this story. I act like a fumbling and bumbling older sister who's always being shown up by her imbecile of a brother. I had honors in all my classes. No one is actually like that, a stupid older sister. Before I started Willa's story, I was in charge. I punched my brother, had edgy hair and sat quietly in the back of the room. Now I just stumble my way through life. I know I'm not supposed to interfere, but I wanted you to know who I really am. Please, take this into notice.
-Caddy
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The School For Gifted Kids
General FictionWilla's parents wanted her to go to a 'special school' when she was just a baby. But now she's 13 and her parents have been dead for years, she learns that there's more than meets the eye to The School For Gifted Kids.
