adventures inbetween
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Your dedication is engrained in your
character. Your selflessness and
genuine concern for others shines
through you. Thank you for teaching
us. Thank you for the scribblers and
the notes of encouragement and the
beautiful grammar tutorials youvehelped us through. Thank you for
making us dress up on Halloween and
telling us that were awesome on days
when we needed to hear it. Thanks for
creating this environment that people
shine in. Thank you for the lessons
youve taught us. We cant wait to see
you go far. You will. We wish you the
best of luck on your new adventures.
Stay golden.
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Fritz wants peace; thats what hes
searching for in avoiding all the
glamour, than fandom. He just
wants to be him in the quietness ofhis soul.
Strephon wants to find the end of
the puzzle, the last slide of the rubix
cube, and the payoff of this
incredible mental dilemma. He
wants to solve something that cant
be solved.
There was once a country full of many good
people, and many bad. The gods ruled over them,
but let them have their way, saving all
punishment and rewards for the life to come.
There, they sorted out the Brown, Hazel, Green,
Blue, and Violet Eyes according to their souls,
their deeds, and blessed or cursed them again
and again. Or so men thought.
The rulers and governors of this land rose
up and conspired together, taking words from thegods books, and transforming them, stainingthem, with their greed. Soon, all men were forced
to abide by these false laws. And then I was born.
I was born to riches, to love, and to
handsomeness. I was also born with eyes as
brown as the loam in the garden. The brown
overtook my riches, my last name, and made me
ugly. It made me a slave.
I was beat down. I was robbed.
I was a slave.
--Nadua Esterling, first Governor of
Representation of Pervetia
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Her father stirred his cup of coffee.
Mother didnt do it for him anymore, the wayshe used to. Her mother didnt do much
anymore. Even now, sitting a chair downfrom fathers place at the head of the table,
she only stared at the tabletop, her eyes blue
and vivid and silent. Her father kept stirring
his coffee.
Nadua glanced up through long
strings of black hair, up at the clinking sound
of her fathers spoon. He whipped the rim of
his mug with the side of the utensil and
placed it to the side, on the silk napkin
Medera had laid there for him last night, as
she always did, when cleaning and preparingthe kitchen. Shes an excellent slave, her
father had remarked one day, many years
ago, when Nadua wandered into the kitchen.
She hadnt thought hed noticed her
entrancehe never didbut then hed
looked up and leveled those crisp blue eyes
on her and said, Make sure you do at least
half as well as Medera, girl. Laziness is an
ugly trait. Especially in a Brown Eyes.Nadua didnt remember if shed
responded. Then again, she didnt remembersaying much. Even now, she wasnt sure if it
was her voice sitting in her throat, or a clump
of tears shed left to the last minute.
Her mother looked up. Nadua bowed
her head so their eye colors wouldnt clash.The Bright Eyes will be here soon.
That was her father; Nadua knew the voice,
as foreign and barren as its notes were. Go
out and wait, child. And remember to work
hard. No one likes a lazy slave, now do they?
He sipped the coffee, and the sound was loud,
like a period at the end of a rhetorical
question.
No sir, Nadua said, and wasnt quitesure how. Laziness is an ugly trait.
He said no more, so neither did she.
Empty-handed, Nadua turned out of the
kitchen and faced the foyer. Something
shifted behind her.
Slowly, head bowed, Nadua glanced over
her shoulder. The line of a blue dress was
taut behind her, a flag without wordsher
mothers dress dangling about her thin bodyas she stood. Nadua turned fully and,
making sure not to meet her mother in the
eyes, watched her silent, standing figure.
She still said nothing. Nadua wasnt sure if
she ever had, or ever would.
Her fathers free hand, the one not turning
the pages of todays newspaper, reached out
and took the womans wrist. Without aword, she sat back down in her chair, in the
sunlight of the window. The light blackenedher face into a silhouette, and whitened her
golden hair into a halo.
Nadua knew what that meant. She
turned away and, knees trembling, managed
to walk herself out of the kitchen.
She turned into the foyer and found
Medera standing there, between her and the
door, like a gateway. Nadua swallowed hard
the moment her nannys warm, and cursed,
brown eyes crinkled. Tears filled those aged
eyes. Nadua pressed her lips together,against her teeth, and wished she had
something in her hands to distract hera
bag for the journey, the warm hand of her
little sister, the large, strong hand of her
older brother. But Ben and Trillie were
upstairs, like they were supposed to be,
good Blue Eyes following the Doctrine. And
she wasnt allowed to keep anything going
to the Penitentiary. Nothing, of course,
except for her Brown Eyes.
Medera opened her wide, ebony
arms as the light of the windows traced the
tight spirals of her black hair. Come erebaby, she whispered.
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Nadua threw herself across the floor and
landed in her nannys arms.Nadua clung to Medera. Couldnt there
be a way to hide away in the warm heartbeat,
the leathery skin, the kind wrinkles? She buried
her face in her bosom and closed her burning
eyes. No tears came, but the knot in her throat
strangled her all the same. She pressed her
fingers into her nannys back, struggled tobreathe against the time limit, and then
suddenly surrendered.
She dangled limply in Mederas arms,
and accepted the two swift knocks at the front
door.
The Bright Eyes.
After fifteen years of waiting, they were
finally here. Mederas arms tightened around
her just as her knees gave way.
Medera followed her to the ground.
Nadua meant to get up; she meant to stand andbrush herself off, to walk willingly to the door,
bow her head, and let them take her away and
make her into the servant she was born to be. It
was the only thing she was good for. She was a
Brown Eyesworking, slaving, for the Lighter
Eyes, the blessed souls, was the only thing that
could redeem her. But those two knocks were
vibrating in her knees. Her mouth was open,
with no sound, and she didnt understand why.
She could only crouch there, between Mederas
arms, mute.
Steps sounded from the stairs to her
right. Father, Nadua thought, and she wrenched
herself to a stand, her silent heart suddenly
screaming in her chest. Medera took her by the
shoulder to help her stay upright, but it wasnther father. Instead, the black line of a crisp suit
and feathery outline of dusky hair streaked down the
stairs, and Ben rushed the front door. She watched
him over Mederas shoulder, mouth still open, as he
yanked the door open.
Im sorry gentleman, He spat,politely, at the twoBright Eyes standing just beyond the doorjamb. But
theres no need for your services today. Im afraidshes not here. Try next door. He slammed the door
shut.Naduas breath came back with a sudden,
frightening wave, as Ben turned to face her. His hair
was in disarray, his pale skin flushed. He dropped his
hand off the doorknob, took a long, dark breath, and
stared straight into her eyes.
She shook her head. He nodded hard. Then
Medera turned to him, head bowed, and muttered,
Master Ben, you must stop. Please dont make it this
any harder on Miss Nadua.
Ben set his hair, combing it back into position,
and straightened his suit jacket. I dont know whatyou mean. He darted around Medera and came
straight for Nadua. She jumped, but didnt avoid his
hand as it captured her wrist. He stared into herand she, terribly, let him. His mouth opened, but
that escaped was, Nadua, I wont before thei
fathers, Ben, come here, drowned him.
He stopped. She felt his joints lock, cold a
pale, around her hand. She shook her head again
with a sound she didnt recognize dripping from
mouth, bowed her head. His hand hesitated. Why
he done this in the first place? His hand slipped o
knuckles and the warm throb of his pulse disapp
They both knew their father. And they both knew
eyes were brown, while his were blue.
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She watched his polished shoes skate backwards, slowly,
across the mahogany floor. She closed her eyes and tried
to un-see it.
There were two more knocks at the door.
Nadua turned to face them, shaking as Ben
retreated. She could feel him distance himself, and shewas too raw to feel anymore. She didnt look Medera in
the eyes as she headed for the door, either. Because she
couldnt. So she took the door knob in hand, hissing
slightly when the cold burned.The door opened silently, the hinges not even
daring to creak. Then there was nothing but the Bright
Eyes, as straight and majestic and untouchable as the
history of Pervetia itself, filling the door way. Nadua
stumbled back a step and stared at the glory of their
eyes. It hurt; the one on the left narrowed his piercing
blue eyes on her, and they glittered viciously, like the sky
itself was rebuking her. She froze, her veins creaking
against her skin, before dropping her head and lowering
herself. Mederas hand touched between her shoulder
blades. Nadua closed her eyes to breathe that in, paused,
and let it go. Two more steps, and that love would be
gone. And, like Medera had said for years, there wouldnt
be any waiting for her in the Penitentiary.
It make survivin a great harder thing to do if you
love somethin or someone in the Penitentiary, Nadua
mouthed to herself. They were the words that filled her
morning, her afternoons, her nights. And now, they were
coming true. She straightened slightly and shuffled
forwards, watching the Bright Eyes shining black
loafers.Nadua Esterling? One asked.
She hesitated before murmuring, in a voice that
was too quiet to be sure it was her own, Just Nadua, sir.Excellent, the other said. His voice was too big,
and Nadua cringed under its weight. Come, Brown Eyes.Well arrive in two hours.
They turned in time and led the way down the
porch steps. She stepped forward, onto the threshold,
and held her breath. The sun streamed down on the
stone masonry before her, and the shadows of the foyer
leaked down behind her.You can do it, baby. Mederas voice was
bleeding.
Nadua froze, stabbed and quivering with the
words. She shook her head. Her hands trembled as the
Bright Eyes pulled farther and farther ahead of her, onto
the sidewalk.
She whirled around, head jerking straight up. She
shook her head and her hands and her voice as she
screamed, I cant do it, Medera. Please dont make me. Icant--
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Good baby, Medera murmured andkissed her forehead. Nadua knotted her
fingers in the front of her apron. Remember
what I taught you and obey your masters, but
baby, never in your heart. You understand
Miss Nadua? Never in your heartHurry up, Dirt! The Bright Eyes
called.
Nadua couldnt look behind her. She
tried with all her might, but her fingers were
in Mederas apron, and it was so warm her
joints wouldnt let go. Mederas hands camearound her shoulders, squeezed, and let go.
She didnt hang onto her. She silently offered
her up, full of years of memories and smiles
and understanding. The only protection she
could offer. Nadua took it, and looked behind
her.
Medera clasped her cheeks. Nadua struggled,
somewhere in her belly, as the womans grip
stopped the rabid shaking. Medera drew her in
close, staring hard into her eyes, with as much
honesty and kinship as Nadua knew she would
never again find. You can, baby, she whispered.You can do it all, and be brightah than all dem
Blue Eyes boys and gals put togethah. Tears
pulled out of her eyes, and shone on her ebony
cheeks, highlighting the smile that trembled atthe edges. De gods will bless you like dey bless
me, and in de end, maybe we be forgiven. Alright
baby? She nodded.
Nadua gasped until the panic swarmed
back inside, and she swallowed it down. Carefully,
she watched Mederas leaking brown eyes, the
cursed color, the filthy soul, sorrowing for its
state. Her state. She nodded.
The Bright Eyes were heading for her.
She met them at the bottom of the porch and
let them have their way. They grabbed her,each taking an arm, and dragged her across
the sidewalk, wearing her new boot soles
against the concrete. Then, when they
reached their car, they threw her inside. She
gasped as her head hit something wrong, and
she tumbled, feet flying over her head. Doors
slammed.
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Nadua thrust herself upward, flying towards the
door, and plastered herself against the window.
Her breath misted the glass, but just above the
fogged circle, she could see the outline of Medera,
crumpled in the threshold, clutching the place in
her apron where shed entwined her fingers.
Nadua pressed her hands against the glass as the
car started and rumbled in her feet. A bit to the
left, in the front window beside the door, anotherfigure stood. Nadua pressed her hands against the
glass. Dressed in blue, mouth closed and blessed
eyes wide open, stood her mother.
They took off down the street. Nadua threw
herself against the backseat, peering out the
thin slate of window. Both figures
disappeared with the distance, but she didnt
move. Eventually, her neighborhood stretched
out into the outskirts of the city, until
civilization even forgot itself, and the dried
plains took over. Her body turned around, sat
down, and laid back into the seat. Her bodywatched the landscape transform into arid
dirtdesert.
Nadua watched her life fall behind her.
It hadnt taken two hours to arrive.
It had taken nearly four.
The sun seared through the
Naduas window, burning her arm,
but she didnt move out of its direct
stare. She was going to live here for
the next three months and, like
Medera had said, it was best to open
yourself up to the desert than resist
it. She glanced out her window as
the car came to a stop. Outside there
was nothing but wind, heat, and thefilth of the dried ground.
Out, Dirt, one of the Bright
Eyes snapped. Both exited the
vehicle without another word and
with a unified slam.
Nadua obeyed. It took both
arms and a leg to push the door
open against the wind, but she
finally pried her way out, and
winced as the sandy air scathed
across her pale skin.This way! Another called.
Nadua turned forward,
facing south she guessed, and
stopped dead. As the wind cleared a
path through the sand and dried
earth, she found the baked walls of
the Penitentiary.
It wasnt a single building like she had pictured. Itwas the way Medera had describedseveral
buildings, each singular and solitary and burning
with noise that barely managed to puncture
through the hot wind. She heard clattering and the
vague sound of hordes of movement. To her left,
past the closest, domed building, she found the
largest construction in milesthe Main Charterbuilding, she decided. Medera said it was the
biggest. It was the place where, in three months
time, she would be sold for the first time at
market.Dirt! This way! The Bright eyes hollered,
and even the wind lessened in respect to let their
voices through.
Nadua ducked her head and followed after
them, her boots hot and her lungs sandy. She
found the back of their polished loafers and
shadowed them, not daring to look up and
accidentally meet their blessed eyes again. They
led her through the desert, past other cars with
brassy headlights similar to their own, and to the
closest domed building.
The doors were heavy cast-iron creatures with handles
plated in white rubber, for easy handling. It took both Bright
Eyes to press into the weight of the gateway and release the
smell of burning metal and melting iron. Nadua froze as a
smelting wind blew in from the building, pressing her hair
back from her face.
The Bright Eyes stood a part, framing the threshold.
Welcome to the Penitentiary.
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onderland
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Please?No!Please!Okay!Really?No.
I loved messing with Mary.
She glared up at me from her steamy
hot cup of free apple cider; her face looking
horrid with all the fake gashes and blooddripping down her chin. Shed even gone so
far as to put red goo in her pristine raven
locks: a feat I would never dare to do with my
own blonde mane. When she barged through
of cocoa delirium that came with little bat
marshmallowswhile trying to ignore the puppy
dog face Mary gave me.
Im not going, so dont even bother.But why? she whined, her fake swollen lips forminga pout that wouldve normally been endearing, but
now just looked disturbing.
A costumebonfire up in the woods where theres no
service? Are you kidding me?Thats why theres the cabinduh! How many timeshave we gone over this?
You keep asking, so Id say not enough
my bedroom door that
morning shouting, Happy
Halloween! I thought shed
seriously injured herself.
It was an annual
tradition among the owners of
the Arkham Coffee Shop togive every person who walked
through the door wearing a
costume a free apple cider. The
place was brimming with
ghosts and ghouls each
huddled around their little
tables with various mugs of
warm beverages while
cinnamon wafted around us like
a cloud of invisible smoke. I,
however, was not one of them.
Donned in my usual winter attire, I
indulgently sipped at my not-so-free
drink of the month: the Count
Choculaa rich, delicious beverage
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Clarks uncle owns a sweet
cabin just a few miles from the
party. Its perfect! Well go get our
dance on for a few hours, and then
spend the rest of the night in a cozycabin.Im not staying the night, Mare!Why? Cause we would be out past
your beloved hour of midnight,
which you cant seem to handle?Something like that
In all honesty there was a
real reason for why I couldnt stay
out past midnight. I was a danger to
myself and everyone around meonce the hands on the clock hit that
fateful hour, but I could never tell
Mary. This wasnt something shecould ever understand. I couldnt
understand it myself.
This isnt some psycho
Cinderella story, Alice! Its just one
night! Everyone is going to be
there!
Is everyone going to jump
off a cliff, too? Cause if they are,sign me up! Honestly, Mary
wouldve jumped off of the Titanic
and into the frigid, cold waters if she
saw everyone else doing it.
Thats not funny.
Im not tryingto be funny.Im serious, I really dont wantto go,and I know the only real reason you
want to go is because Jasons going
to be at the cabin too, and you just
want me to go as your wing
mangirl.Mary opened her mouth to
retort, but closed it.
Oh yes, I had her now. Jason
and Mary had been doing the tango
of twitterpation for well over a
semester, neither one of them
wanting to admit the feelings they
shared for the other. He was the
blond-haired pretty boy who flirted
with just about anything that wore
heels, and she was the exotic sirenwith enough energy to put Xcel out
of business. Together they formed
the odd couple that never was, but
really needed to be so that the rest
of us could remain sane.
What about Clark? Youre
not going to let him suffer through a
night as the third wheel, are you?
I hated when she brought
him up. Clark was one of my closest
friends, next to Mary. Our friendshipwas mainly formed by the fact that
both of our roommates were
mentally insane when they were
together, and in order to keep our
own sanity, we sought solace in
each others company. He was smart
and clever, which made sense
considering he wanted to become a
psychiatrist. He even had the odd
quirk of carrying around a clipboard
with him wherever he went; thoughIm not sure what exactly he wrote
in the thing, he never showed me no
matter how many times I asked.
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With the way you and Jasonfight? Hed be more of a referee
than a third wheel. I told her
without missing a beat as I took
another sip from my chocolately
beverage.
Her eyes narrowed down
at me, causing a bit of fake blood
to drip down her forehead.
I just about choked onmy drink.
Serves you right, she
said, leaning back with her arms
folded. The door behind me
chimed as another customer
came in. I watched in fascination
as her whole stance changed.
She tossed her hair back; her
cheeks suddenly flushed a rosy
pink.
Jason strutted through
the coffee shop toward the
counter; smug and cocky as
usual in what appeared to be a
James Dean costumeif you can
call sunglasses and a leather
jacket a costume. His
gargantuan state championship
ring glistened on his finger as he
gave the chick behind the counter
one of his stupid smiles. The kind
he gave to every other girl and
their mom on campus. She
blushed beneath his gaze and
shyly handed over his free apple
cider.
As he turned to leave, he
caught sight of Mary in all of her
bloody glory and winked as he
passed by, leaving without saying
a word.
Mary sighed.
I did too, but that sigh quickly
turned into a gasp as a wave of
gravity crashed into my body,
pushing me back until I was
almost level with my stool. Painful
bursts of color swirled about as I
closed my eyes and struggled to
lift the gauzy veil from my mind.
Brief images flashed in front of
me: a wallbright whitea
syringeThe vision was so clear
that when I opened my eyes, a
great, white wall loomed up in
front of me. Startled, I squeeze
my eyes shut and shook the ha
from them. When I opened my
eyes again, the elaborate holid
decorations of the caf were o
more before me.
A single light flickered
above my head: the only one i
the entire place that was doinso.
Did anybody catch that
I sat up and glanced at
Mary; she blissfully continued
sip at her drink, oblivious as to
what happened just like
everyone else around me.
I groaned as I placed m
head down upon the cold,
smooth service of the table.
Whats the matter wityou? Marys voice reached mear, but I didnt look up. It figu
that she notices my attempt at
embedding my face into a tabl
but when Im almost knocked
my chair due to some unnatur
force, shes completely unawa
of what is going on.
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Good question, I said to
the table. Honestly, what was wrong
with me? It wasnt anywhere
midnightwhat did the images
mean?
Hey, Wonderland, afamiliar voice said, pulling out the
stool next to me. I jumped up and
scowled as Clark seated himself
down, wearing a doctors lab coatwith a stethoscope and his handy-
dandy clipboard. He knew darn well
how much I hated that nickname.
Mary, he added. Youre
looking rather grotesque this
evening.She practically bounced out of
her chair. Guess what I am!
Clark eyed her up and down, his
hand pressing against his lips as he
took her costume into greatconsideration.
I rolled my eyes and returned to
my drink.
A dead person?Close! Im Bloody Mary!Nice. Clark clasped her hand.
Very clever. You wearing thattonight?Of course! What about you?Im staying in the doctor uniform.
Isnt the theme for the bonfiretonight Heroes and Villains? I
chimed in, twirling my spoon
around my cup. A doctors not
really a hero.Well, I thought about dressing up
as Superman, but that wouldve
been a bit too obvious, he said with
a grin.
I smiled back, knowing
exactly what he meant. It was no
secret around campus that Clarkwould make the perfect Superman.
He had that whole Brandon-Routh-
Superman-Returns-thing going for
him with his perfectly coiffed brown
hair and eyes that made the sea look
pollutednot that I ever checked
him out or anything. He even wore
glasses from time to time; those
black rimmed ones that so many
stylish people wore these days.
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What about a ride? I have
no way of getting there.
I swear I could hearthe grin
on her face.
Clark is already on his wayto get you.
Standing in our bathroom, I
shook my head. What was I going to
do with that girl?
A strange beeping noise
reached my ears, followed by the
lights flashing on and off, just like
they did at Arkham. I set my phone
down on the counter, ignoring
Marys voice.
As I contemplated this
strange phenomenon, my head
suddenly became heavy; the sink
grew abnormally large. I dug my
hands into the counter to retain mybalance as the room whirled around
me.
Nonot again.
A crunching noise echoed
through my dizziness, bringing me
back to reality. I took in a deep
breath before opening my eyes.
I gasped.
A chunk the size of a baseball
was missing out of the counter, the
crumbling piece held firmly in mygrasp.
I glanced up at the clock
9:00three hours before midnight.
The symptoms were getting
worse.
Picking up my phone again, I
tried speaking to Mary, but there
was no one on the other line.
What about a ride? I have
no way of getting there.
I swear I could hearthe grinon her face.
Clark is already on his way
to get you.
Standing in our bathroom, I
shook my head. What was I going to
do with that girl?
A strange beeping noise reached
my ears, followed by the lights flashing on
and off, just like they did at Arkham. I set
my phone down on the counter, ignoring
Marys voice.
As I contemplated this strange
phenomenon, my head suddenly became
heavy; the sink grew abnormally large. I
dug my hands into the counter to retain
my balance as the room whirled around
me.
Nonot again.
A crunching noise echoed through
my dizziness, bringing me back to reality.
I took in a deep breath before opening my
eyes.
I gasped.
A chunk the size of a baseball was
missing out of the counter, the crumbling
piece held firmly in my grasp.I glanced up at the clock9:00
three hours before midnight.
The symptoms were getting
worse.
Picking up my phone again, I tried
speaking to Mary, but there was no one
on the other line.
My eyes caught on a container of
white clown make-up. It was certainly
doable if I went with the Heath Ledger
version: just put some scars on mycheeks, some lipstick, eyeshadowyeah,
it could work.
Tossing the rest of the make-up
back into the never-ending bag of stuff, I
began the transformation from normal to
s cho ath s readin on a lob of white
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Satisfied with my work, I skippedoff to my bedroom and pulled out my
laptop, Googling images of the Joker to
see what he wore. While I scanned
through each picture, paying very close
attention to detail (he had a thing for
purple and green apparently), I came
across something interesting: someonephotoshopped a picture of a blonde girl
wearing black and red with a jesters hat
standing beside the Joker.
Further investigation led me to
the name of Harley Quinn, the Jokers
girlfriend.
Ha! Perfect!
By the time Clark texted me to
announce his presence in front of the
apartment, I was looking good. Id
tossed my hair into some messy pig tails,thrown on a layer of green and purple
shirts, a green vest, and a nice black
skirt that came just above my knee with
a bit of tulle underneath. Add some torn
up leggings and combat boots and voila!
Harley Quinn.
When I hopped into Clarks car,
he gave me the once over before
nodding his head in approval. The
Joker, I like it.
I frowned at him. TheJokerdoesnt wear pig tails! Try again.
Uhha girl Joker?
I take it back; he was not clever
at all.
No! Im Harley Quinn.Clark started up the engine.
Am I supposed to know who that is?
I dont know. Youre the onewhos all into superheroes. I thoughtyoud know.
Hey, my forte is Superman, not
Batman.Well, shes the Jokers girl and a
psychiatristyoud like her.
He chuckled. Is that so?
We spent the rest of the drive up to the
woods discussing the origins of Harley Quinn
and the possibility of a psychiatrist falling for
their patient.
Its all about Stockholm Syndrome,really, Clark told me once we reached the site,
and he found a place to park.The blaze from the bonfire shot up high;
a massive circle of flames gorging itself on old
couches and firewood. Melted chocolate and
burnt hotdogs led a trail straight to the fire,
making the monster inside my stomach growl
in appreciation. It was amazing to see the
amount of adults dressed in costume. There
were several superheroes of course, some
people had even showed up just wearing a
superhero T-shirt, and a few villains scattered
here and there. What was really surprising wasthe amount of people dressed up as everyday
heroes like Clark: firefighters, policeman, and
way more doctors than I thought possible.
I took one step out of the car when Mary
pounced on me.
Oh my gosh, you look great! A female
Joker, thats so clever!I groaned. Was I seriously the only
person who knew about Harley Quinn? Before I
could retort, Clark quickly intervened.
Shes Harley Quinn, the Jokers lady
yes, he has onecan we move on? Im
freezing.You shouldve brought a coat then, I
told him, wrapping my own tightly around me.
I wouldve, but then itd detract from
my costume.There are millions of doctors here,
Clark. Believe me, no one will notice you either
way, Mary said as she grabbed my arm and
started dragging me away.
Hey!Sorry, Al, but we have more important
things to worry about. Captain-Im-too cool-for-
you has done nothing but chat it up with this
awful Wonder Woman girl since I arrived. Itsdisgusting.
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Captain? I asked, wondering when she
suddenly started referring to Jason as the
Captain.
My question was soon answered when
Mary dragged me to the center of a massive
crowd of dancing comic book characters and
pointed toward a guy decked out in all blue with
stars and stripes, holding a shield while wearing a
giant ring to blind everybody.
Yes, Jason would dress up as CaptainAmerica. The fake muscles added a nice touch.
Justlook at her! Mary cried.I did, and I had to admit, Wonder Woman
was stunningstunningly stupid. Spandex? In
twenty degree weather without a coat? Please.
I shouldve dressed up as Catwoman!
What was I thinking?Mare, if you have to dress up in tight
clothes to get a guys attention, then hes notworth it.
You think so?Uh, yeah. Now lets dance and show
Captain Fake Muscles whats-what.
It was surprising how much I enjoyed
myself. The music remained upbeat, people left us
alone, I burned several calories. The only weird
thing was this guy dressed up as the Heath
Ledger Joker in a doctors outfit kept staring at
me.
Maybe he knows youre that Harleychick? Mary suggested when I pointed him out to
her.
Or hes a creeper.
Or both.I couldnt help but look back; there was
something oddly familiar about him, and I wasnt
just talking about the make-up.
He nodded in my direction, and a shiver
ran up my spine, causing all of my hairs to stand
on end.
I think we should find Clark.
We grabbed each others hand and startedthe trot back to where we last saw Clark, pausing
only a moment when Mary crouched down to the
ground. I thought for a second that she was lacing
up her shoes, until she sprung back up with a
pinecone in her hand. She hurled the thing in the
direction of Wonder Woman where it smashed
perfectly into her thigh and exploded into a
million tiny shards.
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Ha! she cried, pumping her fist in the air
triumphantly.
Thats what you get for wearing Spandex.
Mary grasped my hand once more and took
off before the woman could exact her revenge. We
bolted past Clark conversing with a few classmates
until we made it to the car. The doors were locked.
Clark! Get your doctorate butt over here,
were leaving! Mary shouted, jiggling the handle as
if that would somehow magically make the car givein.
What? Clark called, but sprinted over
anyway. Where are we going?Anywhere but here. Mary climbed into the
backseat. Clark leaned over the drivers side of the
car, eyeing me with a bewildered expression on his
face.
Whats going on?The usual. I told him, sliding into the seat
next to Mary.
Can we just go, please?Where? Clark asked, turning the key into
the ignition and putting the car into reverse.
The cabin, Mary said, her eyes shifting tome. I left my stuff there.
Clark backed out of the lot. We were almost
home free when something blue ran into us.
Hey guys, leaving without me?If Bloody Mary really existed, she wouldve
had the face Mary was giving Jason right then. The
girl couldve curdled fresh milk with that look.Run him over, Clark, she said darkly.
Im not going to do that to my ownroommate. Clark told her as he unlocked the
passenger side door and let the overgrown cretin in
***
The entire trip up to the cabin was silent,
which was eerie considering we had the two
loudest people in the car. Jason would occasionally
glance over his shoulder at Mary, but she wanted
absolutely nothing to do with him. Shed become
fascinated with the leather stitching on the door.Clark announced our arrival just as the
shroud of trees parted, revealing the largest cabin
of them all. It stood three stories with a four-car
garage on the bottom floor. Stairs lead up to the
balcony of the second floor, which was where the
main entrance was. The color of the wood of the
cabin was light, I want to say it was cedar, but I
didnt know for sure from the headlights. Clark
explained as we drove up the driveway that there
were five bedrooms with nine beds in all.
Why would somebody need so many
beds?
Family reunions, he said simply.
Once we reached the garage, Clark
turned off the headlights, sending us into tot
darkness. A hand clawed at my arm, digging
their nails into my skin.
Ouch! Mare, let go!
Sorry! I cant see!
You ladies need help? Captain Not-So-Awesomes voice came from the side ofMarys door.
Whats that I hear? Sounds like a
fungus, an annoyingfungus.Mare, a fungus wouldnt make noise,
I told her.
Come on, Mare. Dont be like that.
The door squeaked loudly as Mary
thrust it open and hauled herself out.
Oh, he was in for it.
Dont. Call. Me. Mare! she shouted.Through the window I could see a tiny form
pummeling its fists into a much taller form
who stood there with its hands held out in
submission.
I chuckled softly against my seat, then
shrieked as the car suddenly came to life; th
lights flickered as the car horn went off. I
scrambled out, slamming the door behind m
when it stopped.
A chorus of laughter echoed all aroun
me as the porch light came on, revealing Cla
bent over the wooden railing above me, his
face buried into the crux of his arm as his
shoulders convulsed.
Real funny, guys. Just sound the alar
so all the killers can find us, Mary said,
hooking her arm around mine once we could
all see each other.
There arent killers here, Jason said
simply as he strolled past us and climbed up
the stairs.Yeah, and even if there were, we cou
just show them the girls faces and theyll takoff running, Clark added, his face a vibrant
red from all the laughter.
Can we just get inside already? Im
cold and times a tickin. I marched up the
stairs with Mary in tow, pushing past the guy
until we reached the door.
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Clark came to my side, the key already in
his hand. When he reached to put the key into the
slot, the door opened of its own accord.
We all stood around and stared at each
other, thinking the same thing.
How was the door already unlocked?
My uncle probably came in earlier to heat
the place and forgot to lock up, Clark told us as he
stepped inside. We all followed suit, me a bit morereluctant than the rest. Once I stepped over the
threshold though, all thoughts left my mind as I
took in the sight of the place.
Oak, birch, maple, and cedar attacked my
sinuses. The cabin had a very 70s feel to it with
the shag carpets and lime green linoleum. The
third floor overlooked the second with mounted
heads of elk, deer, and buffalo displayed all over
the walls. One of the things that really caught my
eye was a fancy clock that hung in the entryway
between the living room and dining room. Theglass face reflected all sorts of rainbow colors
when the lights hit it just right, and the little red
and gold figurines moved to a tune when you
pressed the button.
So what should we do? Clark asked from
above our heads.
Mary and I both looked at each other, our
minds doing that girl connection thing boys could
never understand.
Scary movie?
Mary dived for the rocking couch at thesame moment Jason leapt over the back. There
was an awkward few seconds where they landed
on top of each other, but Mary fixed that when she
tossed him off onto the floor, his foam muscles
making a squeaky sound as they hit the carpet.
I plopped down on the now vacant seat
next to Mary. She rested her head on my shoulder
as we waited for Clark to turn on the flat screen TV
taking up half the wall.
As the boys channel surfed, searching for
the perfect movie, my lids became too heavy forme to handle. The last thing I heard before drifting
off was something along the lines of Leo DiCaprio
and an island.
***
Something annoying flashed against my eyelids. I
didnt like it one bit. I peeked with one eye open,
scanning around the room for whatever it was that
woke me up. Right above me, I discovered a light
bulb in the process of burning out.
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Moaning and groaning, I sat upright on
the couch, stretching my hands over my head as
I yawned.
I scanned the room, expecting to find
Mary snoozing beside me while Clark and Jason
argued over what to watch next.
Only the empty room greeted me. Where
was everyone?
I called out for Clark, Mary, and Jason,
hoping that theyd just left the room to let mesleep.
They didnt answer.
Maybe they were downstairs and
couldnt hear me?
Clobbering down the steps, I called their
names once more, searching through every
bedroom; I even checked the garages.
Still nothing.
My mind whirled from the panic
threatening to take hold of me. Did they all go
for a walk?I attacked the stairs two at a time, flying
around corners until I made it to the bathroom.
My breath came out in gasps as I turned
the faucet to a nice warm temperature to begin
the soothing process of washing my face.Breathejust breatheyoull be okay.
Dipping my hands into the refreshing
waters, I scrubbed my face, watching as the
mixture of black, white, and red swirled around
in the sink.
A simple glance up at the mirror made
me freeze. The breath in my lungs dissipated. I
couldnt even scream.
Reflecting back at me in the mirror was
not my face
A man stared back at me. His face scarred
around the edges of his mouth; eyes black as ink
on white parchment.
The Joker from the bonfire was in the
mirror.
I took a step backwards, then another,
scrambling to get out the door as fast as possible
while the man drifted out of the mirror and took
solid shape.
A syringe the size of my arm accumulated
in his grasp.
I bolted down the hall, into the living
room, and toward the door. My hand just
clasped around the knob of the door that would
lead me to freedom when something grabbed
one of my pigtails and yanked me down,
smacking my head against the floor.
Blood trickled down my forehead, invading
my line of sight as I was kicked over onto my back
I lay on the floor, immobilized, as pain shot up my
spine
The Joker hovered above me: a cobra with
bloody smile ready to strike with his needle.
I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the
inevitable.
The clock in the entryway chimed as the
little figurines danced in a happy circle of flowers
and rainbows, signaling the arrival of twelve.
My eyes shot open just as the man muttere
a low oath.
Fire scorched through my veins, licking my
muscles, and tingling down to my toes. I writhed
on the floor, twitching faster and faster, convulsin
with each chime like electric shocks.
Once the chimes ended, I was ready.
I peeled myself off of the floor, cracking my
neck and rolling my shoulder blades back.
Whatever doesnt kill you simply makes yo
stranger.
I pounced on his shoulders, slamming him
into the kitchen wall, and pinning him with ease a
I punched and clawed at his face. He released the
syringe, but pulled out a knife. I grabbed his wrist
turning the blade against him. He watched his ow
hand move down to his stomach, the edge of the
blade ready to enter into his flesh
And laughed. The man was actually cacklin
at his own demise.Come on, come on I want you to do it. Stabme!
His chuckle echoed throughout my body,
entering into my mind like a ringing alarm bell. Fo
the first time ever, I knew what I was doing. I was
conscious about what was going on in my
surroundings.
No, I said, tossing the knife as far away
from me as possible. I wasnt going to give in and
let thisthis thingin my life control me.
The laughter died in his throat instantly; inits place was a heated rage.
Before I could react, the Joker grabbed the
syringe left on the floor and jabbed it into my arm
A gasp left my lips as the heaviness from
before enveloped my entire body. I collapsed onto
the floor as the room whirled around me: a merry
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BeepBeepBeep
I thrust my eyes open, regretting
it a second later as blinding lights
attack my face. One of them flickers
above me. I try to move but find myself
strapped down to a gurney. How on
earth did I get here? My eyes are
groggy; I try to focus on the objects
around me, but its hard; everythings
so white.An EKGah, my heart ratethe
beeping makes sense now.
I shift my head to the side; a pair
of blue eyes greets me.
Clark?
He says nothing, but continues
to write on his clipboard. His outfit is
different, its still a doctors uniform,
but now it looks more realistic. I
wonder when he changed?
Clark? Whats going on?Vitals are stable.Where am I?I turn away from him only to
find a man up against a wall in a
doctors uniform as well, glaring at me.
Both sides of his cheeks have a gash.
A shiver runs up my spine. I turn
my head to the other side; another
gurney lies before me. A white sheet
covers a form, only a single bloody
hand betrays what is lying underneath.
A large championship ring
glistens on its finger. Jason?Somethings not right, the
voice of the strange man says.
I face the doctor once more in
confusion.
He ignores me; his head tilts
toward Clark. What did you do?Clarks eyes flicker to him, then
to me, then back to his clipboard.
Nothing, he says calmly.
Dont toy with me.
She reacted to the serum the way she normally
doesShes supposed to try to kill me! I should have
complete control over her by now.Her body is adjusting, Bane. We may have to give
her doses more frequently, not just at twelve on the
hour.
I wrack my brain, trying to make sense of whattheyre saying, but the same images play out over and
over.Arkham Caf, the bonfire, the cabin, the Joker,
MaryMary.Mare! I gasp, straining against the straps
holding me down.
Ah, yes. Meredith, the Dr. Bane guy says her
name like a caress. Pushing himself off the wall, he heads
over to the gurney where he places his hands on both
sides of my head, rubbing my temples. We had loads offun with her, didnt we?
What areyou talking about? Whos Meredith? I
try to swat his hands away, but still no luck. Where did
all my strength go? I continue to fight against my bonds
while he carries on.
YourefriendMareor should I say inmate? Ibelieve shes still in the critical condition after youlacerated her face.
You shouldnt have given Alice a knife to begin
with, Clark says, his face still buried behind hisclipboardas if hes afraid to look at me.
It was all a matter of testing, Clark. And as youvery well know, Ivelearned from my mistakes. Banepoints to his face, then stares back down at me. You
have a bit too much fun with weapons, you see. You
botched up your own cheeks before going after mine and
killed Jason when he interfered.Clark, please, tell me whereI am! I shout at the
top of my lungs. What this man tells me has to be a lie.
There's no way I couldve cut up my own face, or
anybody elses.
Youre in an asylum, Alice. Your inmate,
Meredith, is in critical condition after you laceratedher face.
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Her name is Mary, not
Meredith!Those are your delusions. A
world youve created to try to findreasoning to what youve done.
Why are you saying thesethings? You know me, Clark. Youre
one of my best friends!
A strange buzzing sound
goes off. Several other doctors enter
the room as Bane glances at his
watch.
You think we should giveher another dose? Try it again?
Dose? Dose of what?CLARK! I shriek, tears welling up in
my eyes as I fight with all my might
against the constraining bands. No
witty or sarcastic remark this time,just pure misery.
A physician gets too close. I
attempt to kick him in the face, but
all I manage to do is bump him a
little.
Several hands surround me,
including Clarks, as a flail around.
Tears release, leaving deep tracks
down my face. Please, Clark, I beg
you
Sedate her! Bane shouts.NO! I punt the clipboard
out of Clarks hands; it lands on thecorner of the table theyve just
rolled in.
As more white suits come in
to pin me down so they can inject
me with whatever it is, I finally
catch a glimpse of what is on the
clipboard.
In full bold lettering it reads:
PROJECT WONDERLAND
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Ime inturstid en them shus. Ma boi dont gotnun cuz hiz fete all twistee like and funylukin. Hee wuz born all uglee and craws-eyed cuz hiz momma dunt no she wuz wit child
en rassulled pigz fer funn. Yu ever rassulledpigz afor? Them sukerz iz crazy fast (ay kay aylite-ning fast). Won tiem at da stait fare meand ma uhnkul Fil braked in wen it wuz niteand steeled 4 pigz. 3 of dem wur sleepinahfull hard an ditnt even no we steeled em.
This big ol hog name Wilburrrr (like thattahkin pig in that wurd book) caym a runin anhee shur gayv ol Fil a cunkushin. . Yu evarseen da Mrs. Sippi rivir? It shur is a buteThenwe heered da poeleese comin soes we runned
and gitted outa thare.
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Ol Fils is was all crazee lookin and hiz tawk wuzawfol slo so I made hem a glass o cunkushin alixer.Case yous wundrin, cunkushin alixer iz a mickshure of
pikel brine, chikin fetes, boe-vine mish-mash, andornge Jews. But I dyegrass, wy yu sellin them shus an
they aint never ben worn? Yu won o them rich folkwit lots of baby shus? Is they uglee baby shus? Idont mind no uglee shus, jus as long as they is shus.
Wen I wuz a yungin my Ma dunt hav no muny so shetide wud blox too my feets sos i cud wok to skule. Alldem kidz callded me blok fut boy. Yu beleev that?Kidz is so crool. I telled my Ma too git me reel shus,butt that maked Pa cross (an not like tha churchcross) an he splitted my lip wit his boot. Nex day in
skule, my teecher askted me wut iz rong wit yer lipboy? I telled hur i falled on my fase wen wokinlong tha shoor of tha grate Mrs. Sipi rivir. She telledme to lurn a thing er 2 bout wokin afor i git hurt wursnex time
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. Yeserday, me an my other boy hu aint got twistee like feetwuz swimin an hee sed Pa letz swim too that log oer
yonder. So weze swimed and swimed til Wii reecht da logan it wuzent no log. It wuz a ded feller wit an Injun arroin hiz I ball. My boy swammed reel fast to da shore butt idid tha sponsibul thing an pulled da corps two land. I ditntdu no see pee arr cuz hee wuz all blu an ded like. I chekthiz pockits fur i-dent-if-a-cashun an lukked fer hiz dryverz
liesins card butt ditnt find nuthin sept fiftee bux. Me an dapoleese dont sea i to i sose wee lef da corps a layin tharean went hoem wit da moo-la. I bot my self a pet snappin
turtal an yuzed da rest to bi ma boy hiz furst buk cawled daHolee Bye Bell. Itz gawt all sortz o fansee wordz in it likereepintints, geez us, hippo grits (aint never tried them tipe ofgrits), sacker mint, tranzfingernashun, an my favurit, JensSis. Wel i figger i spended lotz o tyme tokkin bowt non centsso how much yu want fur them shus? Yu wilin tu trayd?
How bout uur shus fur my eldest gurl (she aint got no legz).Pleez rees pond ay es ay pee.
Sin Seer Lee,Trigur Wind-chester
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I wish I could make a home in my head. I could
curl up inside myself and revel in the silence. That is
one virtue the outside world doesnt appreciate: the
quiet. Everyone always has to be talking. They forget
to listen. They forget to hear their hearts squeeze in
anticipation of the next beat, and if they forget to
listen, then how do they know their hearts still exist?The heart is quite a fickle creature; it feels so
much that it is amazing it doesnt burst. I have often
been at the mercy of my heart, an instrument to its
whims and steady, unending beat. In the past, I
considered myself strong, only to be refuted when my
heart broke me like I broke my femur falling from an
out of control horse. Such is how my heart often is: out
of control. It throws itself against the ribs entrapping
it, believing with its entirety that this person, whoever
he may be at that given moment, will nourish its
pulsing chambers with love and resurrect the decayededges of an overused pacemaker.
Yet on a whim, that fickle heart will move on,
and it will beat just as forcefully for someone new.
There is no power over the heart. It feels what it will,
and it never, ever forgets. Sometimes, I wish I could
forget. I wish I could get wrapped up in the
merriment, in the noise, and forget how silence says
more than words.
I still havent spoken of you.
If the heart is fickle, then love is
cruel. Love is like a sopranos high voice,
rising above the choir to pluck my
heartstrings playfully apart, a feeling so
phenomenal that I do not notice love
shredding my heart (that fickle heart)into
ruin. The worst of it is that while all this ishappening, while Im holding my Swiss-
cheesed heart in my hands like an offering
to Aphrodite, Ill be smiling, murmuring I
love you even as my heart stops.
I digress, love is quite alluring. It
offers a beauty we rarely see, a fleeting
glimpse into what-could-be. With you and I,
what could be? We could be together, but
together is a funny concept. It implies a
permanent unity the word simply cannot
hold. We could slip right out of togethersgrasp. This is because love never comes
alone; it always has a parasite to eat away at
its natural beauty, such as jealousy, anger,
and sadness. These cling to love desperately,
their last hope, as if by association love will
fix the fundamental wrongs they too often
cause.
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You lean in, as intangible as smoke. I refuse to
look at you.
If I were to make a home in my head, I could
avoid the trouble that comes from loves
intricacies. It would be easier there, wrapped
up in silence. But if I did this, I would give up
all my possibilities and maybes, all my
tomorrows. These possibilities are uncertain,
but I cannot deny that I want them like the sun
wants the moon. And if my heart is fickle, andlove cruel, this only means I must shine
brighter until I illuminate a love that is kind. It
has to be out there, somewhere.
Nonetheless, I grow weary of speculation. My
heart has been trying to flutter away through
my writing, and now all I want to do give it
rest in my dreams. Dreams of the future.
Dreams of you. Do you dream of me too, I
wonder? Somehow, I doubt it. You are off
dancing through the noise. Maybe I will join
you and forget how much a heart can hurt, butI will always listen. Silence has so much to say,
love; look at what has been said already.
Listen. If you hear me, perhaps we could find
each other. We could make a home in each
others hearts, instead of hiding in our heads.
We could rest.
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Kisses in the shadows
Out of reach from light
Kisses in the shield of doorwaysIn the dark of night
These kisses carry nothing
Dont search in your despair
There is no promise with us
Its only empty air
The Devil in you made you
Your pleading voice persuades
He forced your hand and trapped you
He made you do and say
There is no Devil in me
Dont misunderstand
There is no Devil in me
The Devils who I am
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I hear the pleas
In your voice
On your faceIn your choice
Pleas of comfort
Relief to cry
Cant you hearThe promises in mine?
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Celine
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The stained mugs were the problem. She alwaysleft her tea bags in the mug shed drink out of andnot wash it right away. She assumed she could re-use the tea bag. Shed drink a cup of tea first thingin the morning, save that tea bag, and use thatsame bag in another cup she would drink beforesupper.
We always had wonderful meals for supperand truly had the time to unwind after our busydays. At our dinner table, I would stare at herwhile she talked about the positive things thathappened to her that day. Watching her talk aboutwhat she loved was probably the best thing I haveever seenover any football game or TV series. Iwanted to pause our suppers or rewind themoment she laughed and her eyes squinted. She
looked so happy.Our marriage was everything youd want.
The mugs were the only thing that drove me crazy.It was something easily prevented, but a bad habitshe was never willing to break. The tea bags sittingin the mugs were disgusting. The worst was shewould leave them in different places and not cleanup after herself.
One distinct tea bag would so dry up andget clumpy from being drenched, that it lookedexactly like marijuana. This one sat in our forest
green mug right by our toaster, and every time I
Angelina Perez
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made toast, I would call out to her from the kitchen saying, are yousaving this one for the brownies!?
Im recycling the flavor! She would justify. Shed run out fromher room and give me a kiss goodbye because she always knew when Imade my toast; it meant I was leaving for work. Right before I closed thedoor I looked over at the toaster. There I saw her mug she hadnt putaway. I drove to work knowing that will leave a darker stain.
The stains were not vanishing out by dish washer or hand wash.Not only that, but she would take her mug all over the house with her. Goto the dining table and there was a mug. The items on the bathroomcounter: a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a mug. On the couch side table,the bedroom night standstained mugs. One would assume the mugswere a piece of furniture or decor. She left them everywhere, and she leftthem stained.
The tea bags sat at the bottom of her finished drinkthe wet bagdrying up against the side of mug. The white ceramic turned a golden,toasted color and after three hours of I love Lucy and four hours ofGilligans Islandon a Saturday night. Take another seven hours of deep
sleep and the ceramic mug is permanently discolored; a bruise that doesnot disappear; a tattoo on once clear skin that you can never have againeven if you tried to remove it.
I hated how she left her tea bags in every mug. I hated how she lefther mugs around the house like a trail so she would never get lost. Ihated coming home to eight different mugs, honestly causing me toquestion if it was to prove a point; each mug telling me that Imneglecting her and that she was sarcastically telling me she exists.
I wish she still did. I would trade each of these stupid, God-forsaken, stained mugs for her life back.
And every night before I go to bed, I always leave a ceramic mug
on my work deskmaking sure theres a tea bag in my already stainedmug.
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Thank you for the smiles. Thank you for thelight you all share. Thank you for staying late tohelp out, for making working here not only the
best opportunity but the best environment.
Thank you for loving writing. Thank you forloving the people. Thank you for the log daysand the laughs and the Halloween costumes.Th k f hi I b