The Blackbird

The Blackbird

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In the Scarab Beetle series, there is one mention of a 12 year old girl whose score at Ashley Waters High School were higher then Wil Winchester's, but no explanation is ever made of who she is, what she is like, or any mention of her in the Ghost Bird series. She interested me, so I wrote the beginning of her tale... India Mikasi is a genius, they say, but she doesn't see herself that way. Of herself, she just says she was a "little brighter than average" and that as a mixed race person, she knew what it was like to be reviled, despised, and then ultimately ignored. At Ashley Waters she was small enough to avoid the bullying, hear a lot she shouldn't have, and acquired nine adopted brothers and a sister of the heart... all before her thirteenth birthday.
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The world expected her to be perfect. She was the eldest, the responsible one, the overachiever who always had the answers. But beneath the polished grades and the forced smiles was a girl who barely held herself together. A girl with too many expectations crushing her chest, with anger simmering just beneath the surface, with a loneliness that no one ever noticed. Her mother barely acknowledged her existence. Her father, from miles away, drowned her in concern she didn't know how to handle. And in between, she was left to figure everything out on her own. At school, she was untouchable-the top student, the girl who never failed, the one who always had her hand raised first. People admired her, envied her, but none of them really knew her. Not the way she knew them. She had a habit of reading people, of dissecting their words, their actions, their lies. It was easier that way-keeping them at arm's length, never letting anyone too close. And then there was him. The boy who was just as smart, just as untouchable. The one who walked the halls like he owned them, like the world bent to his control. Cold, calculating, always five steps ahead. The boy who hated losing. And so did she. That was the problem. Because when you put fire and ice together, someone was bound to get burned. And she refused to be the one left in ashes.

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