"Take me instead." I said with no hesitation. I felt my father's cold fingers wrap around mine through the steel bars. "Belle, no." He was cut off by another body rattling coughing fit. I don't know how I knew, but the man hidden in the shadows softened somehow, thinking over my proposition. "You would...take his place?" Papa yelled out more protest, but I ignored them for now. "If I did...would you let him go?" "Yes..but you would have to stay here forever." I bowed my head, my mahogany waves come forward as a curtain to hide the shame written on my face. Forever?...Was I really willing to give up my freedom to a man who I just met? "You have my word." I heard myself say "Done." He sneered as he dragged my father by his shirt collar, leading him up the stairs and out of the damp dungeon.

As I climbed my way up the ancient tree, I kept my eyes peeled for place to lodge my bare feet into the curves and crevices of its bark. Pulling myself up by its strong vines, I was finally high enough to grab hold of a sturdy branch. With one great heave, I lift myself onto my perch. The wind whipped my long strands of hair into my face. Distractedly, I tucked them behind my ear, staring at the site before me. "What do you see, my child?" Called Grandmother Willow. She stood below the tree, her hands cupped around her mouth to help her voice carry over to me. What do I see? I wish I knew myself. The massive, billowing white fabric scraped against the sky as it moved through the trees. They seemed to have a mind of their own, moving steadily in one direction. The tall forest concealed the rest of the view from me, leaving me at the mercy of my own imagination. Was it possibly dangerous? Harmless? The thought excited me yet scared me to the core. It was big and bold yet subtle, camouflaging with the white fluffy masses floating along side it in the sky. "Clouds?" I reasoned out loud. "Strange clouds." If they really were just clouds, it was far from anything I have ever seen. Curiosity flooded my mind, clutching me with its iron grip. Dangerous or not, my mind was made up. I will follow these strange clouds.

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"Let me get this straight." I ran a hand through my tight curls. "You, Ray, and Louis vandalized Shadow Mans house yesterday." "Yep." Naveen quietly drummed his strong fingers on the table. "He caught y'all, and threatened to call the police but you talked him out of it by promising you'll help out around his high school campus." "Uh huh." "He agreed so now Louis is on Lunch duty, Ray helps direct band and chores, and...your what again?" "The school mascot." He sighed heavily. " For the next 3 months I have to be..The Bayou Bullfrog..." I stared at him for a while until I couldn't contain my laughter any longer. "And you think I...HAHAHAHAHA... You think I'm gonna take your place?" "Just every other game, thats all I ask." I laughed even harder. "You. Are. TRIP-ING! You snobby little rich boy." "Come on Tiana please, I'll make it up to you really-" "You shouldn't have been messing with the shadow man in the first place. Even if i wanted to, I don't have time to help you. Some of us have jobs to worry about and bills to pay-" "Thats it!I'll pay you." He said desperately. " I happen to come from a fabulously wealthy family. If theres anything you desire at all, I'll pay for it. I swear." I thought about this for a while. Naveen was exceedingly rich, after all he was a prince, surly he could pay for me to go back to college. "Anything..." "Anything."

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"NEXT!" Called the man sitting at the registration table. Looks like thats me... "Name." He drawled. "Uh~" Oh no..that voice was'nt going to fool anyone. I cleared my throat. "Uh....Ping." Yeah, that deep voice was much more convincing. The man shot me an annoyed look. "Ping...what?" He growled. Well geez. Don't blame me if you don't like your own job. "Excuse me!" He screamed. Oh shoot, did I say that out loud? "Fa...my name is Fa Ping." He continued to stare me down. "Any relation to Fa Zhou?" "Thats my Pop." I smiled slightly. He returned my friendly gesture with a scowl. "Your dad was a great warrior...you must be whats left." He handed me a ticket. "Your in tent 133, with Yao, Poe, and Li. Now get out of my line! You smell like fruit cakes and panty liners." I wrinkled my nose at him. But started walking in the direction he pointed me in. Aye-ya! This was SUCH a bad idea.

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Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Xyra is a woman that has been apart of her fathers mafia business for seven years now. Feisty from the moment she could walk, most would say she was a bratty little thing, she can defend herself from the dangerous world that awaits. Her father is the only man Xyra is afraid of. Starting at the age fifteen, she has seduced men to their death bed, robbed the wealthy, killed without a second blink- lots of cruel things. It's her job, nothing wrong with doing what you're told, right? What happens when xyra is in the middle of a task and someone is..... strangled with a twizzler? Xyra left the room for a brief moment only to catch a blur of a blue escape the window, while an overweight man in a desk chair with a twizzler wrapped around his neck and a knife wound in his chest is sitting in the room. With help from her best friends Andrea and Lynn she is determined to figure out this mystery murder, along with untangling some of her own family secrets. - I leaned back slightly so that I could look up at him, unfortunately for me most of his face was covered, keeping me from trying to read his expression. "You think I'm trying to avoid you?" I scoffed for effect. "No." He leaned in so close to my face that I could barely comprehend the situation anymore. His hand wandered my waist, down the space of my thigh, until he felt the outline of the knife I had in my garter band. "I know so." - (SLOW UPDATES, I have commitment issues)