Jess Pov.

   I stare at the heap on the ground, unbelieving. Would they really invade my privacy like this?! I feel a pang of hurt. I realize where that pain has centered. On my left shoulder. On my scar. The battle with Death left me with it, and it seems to feed on negative emotion. I unconsciously move my hand over it, and feel the small dip in my shoulder. My anger boils inside me, threatening to burst. I ignore it, and step over them. "Sly, I'm not doing this. Could you get Kala, or someone else to help?" He sees the murderous look on my face.

    "O-Okay." I walk out of the classroom, without looking back.

    "Thanks, Sly."  

     Author here! That was a preview of a chapter, not a full one. I plan to do a three part special for this book, all on the same day. Before that, I'm taking a week long break. I know my updates have been short, I have a huge case of writers block. I'll try to update every once in a while. I hope you understand. See you Belladonnas!