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Starflight, Who will you Choose?

A/n: I have posted two chapters in a row today. Don't rush through them; take your sweet time. I will be on vacation for more than three weeks, so sadly, you fabulous readers won't receive any updates up until then.

Why it's important to pay attention to this author's note: If I see anyone trying to comment something like, 'Post already; it's been two whole weeks!' I will tell them to GIVE UP ON READING THIS BOOK when I come back. 

(Just kidding about that part; I'll still be real pissed, though. And nobody likes to see a pissed author, because the angrier the author is, the more dead characters there will be in the future. *evil cackle*)

- Sunny's POV -

"And that is why England belongs with America!" I stated proudly, crossing my arms with a playful smirk.

Fatespeaker, who was sitting beside me in the car, just sneezed before grabbing a tissue and blowing her nose. The chilly autumn air was beginning to introduce the start of winter, my least favorite season.

She then tossed her purple hair back. "Nuh-uh. England should fall in love with the country of love himself, namely France."

"All they do is argue!" I ... well, argued.

"True, but in fiction, the future lovers always argue with each other.

"Anyways," Fatespeaker changed the subject, "Can I trust you with a secret?"

"Fatespeaker," I looked her in the eye and gave the girl and thumbs-up. "You can trust me with anything."

"Well, okay ..." Fatespeaker took a deep breath, then spilled her next words out quickly. Those words also made me have a mini heart attack.

"I think I like Starflight."

My stomach lurched. A sick feeling entered my guts, and there was this angry type of jealousy that flooded my heart. I almost wanted to strangle my bestie, but I need to remain calm.

So I just sputtered, "Wow, um, congrats! I'll ... uh ... help you get him."

And we were quiet for the rest of the ride, but the knowing look in Fatespeaker's eyes told me she knew my secret.

In fact, I was so distracted with that thought when I was walking to my first class, I didn't even notice anything before I felt a blur of tripping on the floor and scattering my books everywhere. Another person was sitting down, too.

"Oops!" I yelp awkwardly. "I'm so sorry." I sure am a klutz.

"It's perfectly fine," he replied in a smooth voice.

We got back up before glancing at each other. The boy was much taller than me, but seemed to be in the same grade. He sported wavy, purple black hair that had unusual silvery white streaks in it that seemed a bit dishelved. 

I asked, "Are you an exchange student or something?"

"Yup," he replied. "My name's Darkstalker."

Just then, another girl came running over with a playful eye roll. Her hair and eye colors were similar to Darkstalker's, but without silver streaks in the hair. "Darkstalker, why do you have to be so clumsy?" she laughed, then looked at me. "I'm Clearsight, by the way."

"Oh, cool!" I smiled up at her. "The name is Sunny. Do you want to me to show you guys around the school during lunch?"

"Yeah, that would be great," Darkstalker replied, scratching his head. "You can test me. I memorized the map of this place last Tuesday when we got invited here."