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Chatoyant College

Chapter 7: Curious

Monday, October 27

Before Corrie left for her run in the morning, she deliberately moved her sticker from “happy” to “curious.” She would check on it every time she came back to the room to see if it had moved of its own accord. And it was true, at least: she was curious about the poster. She still didn’t really believe Annie’s weird dreams were related (and who wouldn’t have weird dreams, anyway, on this campus?) but that was no reason not to try to figure out the truth.

Chapter 6: Dreams and Visions

When Corrie sat down with her soup, Annie and Rico were describing something that Professor Rook did differently than Professor Lal to Dawn, and she listened with interest. It seemed that he was a more engaging and gregarious professor, but from what Corrie heard, she thought she liked Professor Lal better. She encouraged and inspired her students to work hard—or at least it worked that way for Corrie. She didn’t think she would try so much for Professor Rook.

Chapter 5: It's Real Food

A couple of hours later, when someone knocked on their door, Corrie had gotten two pages done and was feeling much better about her paper. It only needed to be ten pages; if she could get three more pages tonight, which she was pretty sure she could do, then she would be done her rough draft. It might not be a great rough draft, but that’s what they were for. She hoped Professor Lal would tell her what to do to make it a good enough paper.

Chapter 4: The Haunted Sticker

Corrie’s discomfort didn’t decrease as much as she thought it should have when her dad finally dropped her off on campus and she ran through the rain, protecting the half a bagel in her jacket pocket. Not only was her hair soaked, but when she reached her room, it was empty. She tried not to worry about Edie as much as she used to, but even though she and Leila had made a truce—one that hadn’t been broken in the last two weeks since Leila had fought and practically killed her own sister to keep Edie safe—she still couldn’t completely trust the faerie.

Chapter 3: Embarrassment

Corrie picked at the bagel in front of her, pulling out one of the raisins. She lifted it to her mouth and nibbled at it, still staring at her plate. It was quiet in the coffee shop, the loudest sound the hiss of the heavy rain hitting the roof and the sidewalk outside. The view was even distorted from rain running down the window.

Chapter 2: A Picnic

The rain was pouring down all around them, but the huge maple’s branches, though they were totally nude of leaves, seemed to protect them. Of course, Edie was pretty sure it wasn’t the branches that were offering the protection—it was Leila’s magic (though it had been Edie’s umbrella that sheltered them between Gilkey and this tree).

“So what’s the big surprise?” Edie said, leaning against the tree. Its bark was rough but still welcoming, and it seemed to invite her to rest.

Bonus Story: Rolling Her Bones

Professor Lal sealed the door to what hadn’t been a refuge for quite a long time behind her, the stone rumbling into place with a groan. She dropped the human seeming with a sigh that wasn’t fit to be on the lips of an immortal and took in the chaos swirling in the middle of what had once been her nice, quiet home.

Chapter 1: Get Our Blood Moving

Sunday, October 26

“But it doesn’t make sense!” Dawn complained, gesturing violently at her physics homework. She was sitting in Rico’s bed, curled up with her shoulders leaning against his chest. They were both looking at the textbook open on the mattress and the marked-up assignment she was doing her best not to wrinkle in her annoyance.

“Of course it does,” Rico said soothingly. He flipped a page in the textbook and pointed at a line of text. “See, the vector—”

Prologue: The Dream

The faeries were laughing at her.

They were watching her from above. All gathered around the table, eating and drinking their delicious food, and pausing to laugh at her.

She didn’t understand why they were laughing at her. She didn’t want to join them. She knew they were better than her, and she really didn’t need to be with them. She would rather get away, be among her own kind.

But she was walking toward them, walking without moving, and that didn’t make sense either. What were they doing to her?

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