The Girl Who Never Was by Skylar Dorset Page A
Authors: Skylar Dorset
Tags: Teen Paranormal
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dissolving?
'What do you hear from the Otherworld?'I demand.
'We don't have contact with the Otherworld, Selkie,'says Aunt True. 'We're hiding you, darling. We need to keep as low profile as possible. We haven't even discussed anything with the Sewing Circle. We don't want anyone to know.'
'Ben's disappeared,'I say. 'Ben was always here, and then I forgot about him.'
'It's a different enchantment,'Aunt True reiterates. 'It's an enchantment where you never knew him.'
'But I do know him.'
'Because it isn't a very good enchantment,'says Aunt Virtue.
'It was the best he could do,'I realize, piecing together those last moments before I woke up in my bed and forgot that Ben had ever existed. 'It was the best he could do in the time that he had: send me back here, erect another enchantment, but a messy one. He didn't have time to make it as good as the other one. Which means it's only a matter of time before my mother finds me.'
'Let her come,'says Aunt True, suddenly fierce. 'We have our own ways. Ways faeries don't know. Let the faeries try to take an ogre out of Boston. See how the inhabitants of this land will rise up against them.'
'And we'd like to have a chat with your mother,'adds Aunt Virtue. 'Can you imagine, killing your own precious child?'
'We will keep you safe, dear,'Aunt Virtue promises me. 'Forget about Benedict Le Fay. It is so like a faerie to not keep his promises. We will keep you safe. You are an ogre. Your faerie blood means nothing. We will find a way to keep you safe.'
'Somehow,'says Aunt True.
But they sound worried, frightened.
Chapter 13
I am too keyed up to sleep. I sit in my sweatshirt, stick my hands in the pocket, and find the bedraggled pages from the Salem Which Museum.
There is also a shard of glass in my sweatshirt pocket, wrapped in a tissue, and I remember breaking the glass and saving a shard, in a reality that never existed, a past I never had. I still have no idea what I'm going to do with this shard of glass, but, let's face it, I have no idea what's going on with most of my life.
I sit up all night on my bed, in my enchanted sweatshirt, thinking about my terrified aunts, about all the supernatural creatures in Boston, banding together to keep faeries out. And what am I? a small voice whispers inside of me. Would Boston accept me as the ogre my aunts say that I am? Or am I really a faerie princess? I find myself listening for chiming bells. The only bells I hear are the bells in the church at Park Street, and finally, it is morning.
I go down and eat breakfast as usual. My aunts say, 'You cannot go to school. It isn't safe outside the house.'
I stare. 'So I'm just going to'stay inside for the rest of my life.'
'Until the war is over,'Aunt True says, which doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
There is a knock on the door'Kelsey, to walk to school with me.
'You cannot go,'Aunt Virtue says firmly.
I scowl and go and answer the door.
'Hey,'says Kelsey.
'I'm not going to school today.'
'What? Why not?'
The answer to that question is incredibly complex. It involves prophecies and fake lives and who even knows if Kelsey is real? She could just be a figment of my imagination.
'Just'not going,'I say and wonder if I should add, Actually, I'm never going to be able to leave the house again.
Kelsey looks at me with concern. 'Are you okay?'
I am the opposite of okay. My aunts think my mother is actively trying to kill me. I don't want to think my aunts are lying, but I don't want to think my mother is trying to kill me. And the only person I could have talked to about this has enchanted himself out of my life history. And apparently, the plan for possibly ever'half-faerie, half-ogre, it's possible I'm immortal, I don't even know'is to just keep me locked away.
Suddenly I am angry. No one ever tells me the truth, it seems. No one ever gives me choices. I am so tired of being ordered around, of being a spectator in my life. It may be reckless, but I decide I am going to Salem
'What do you hear from the Otherworld?'I demand.
'We don't have contact with the Otherworld, Selkie,'says Aunt True. 'We're hiding you, darling. We need to keep as low profile as possible. We haven't even discussed anything with the Sewing Circle. We don't want anyone to know.'
'Ben's disappeared,'I say. 'Ben was always here, and then I forgot about him.'
'It's a different enchantment,'Aunt True reiterates. 'It's an enchantment where you never knew him.'
'But I do know him.'
'Because it isn't a very good enchantment,'says Aunt Virtue.
'It was the best he could do,'I realize, piecing together those last moments before I woke up in my bed and forgot that Ben had ever existed. 'It was the best he could do in the time that he had: send me back here, erect another enchantment, but a messy one. He didn't have time to make it as good as the other one. Which means it's only a matter of time before my mother finds me.'
'Let her come,'says Aunt True, suddenly fierce. 'We have our own ways. Ways faeries don't know. Let the faeries try to take an ogre out of Boston. See how the inhabitants of this land will rise up against them.'
'And we'd like to have a chat with your mother,'adds Aunt Virtue. 'Can you imagine, killing your own precious child?'
'We will keep you safe, dear,'Aunt Virtue promises me. 'Forget about Benedict Le Fay. It is so like a faerie to not keep his promises. We will keep you safe. You are an ogre. Your faerie blood means nothing. We will find a way to keep you safe.'
'Somehow,'says Aunt True.
But they sound worried, frightened.
Chapter 13
I am too keyed up to sleep. I sit in my sweatshirt, stick my hands in the pocket, and find the bedraggled pages from the Salem Which Museum.
There is also a shard of glass in my sweatshirt pocket, wrapped in a tissue, and I remember breaking the glass and saving a shard, in a reality that never existed, a past I never had. I still have no idea what I'm going to do with this shard of glass, but, let's face it, I have no idea what's going on with most of my life.
I sit up all night on my bed, in my enchanted sweatshirt, thinking about my terrified aunts, about all the supernatural creatures in Boston, banding together to keep faeries out. And what am I? a small voice whispers inside of me. Would Boston accept me as the ogre my aunts say that I am? Or am I really a faerie princess? I find myself listening for chiming bells. The only bells I hear are the bells in the church at Park Street, and finally, it is morning.
I go down and eat breakfast as usual. My aunts say, 'You cannot go to school. It isn't safe outside the house.'
I stare. 'So I'm just going to'stay inside for the rest of my life.'
'Until the war is over,'Aunt True says, which doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
There is a knock on the door'Kelsey, to walk to school with me.
'You cannot go,'Aunt Virtue says firmly.
I scowl and go and answer the door.
'Hey,'says Kelsey.
'I'm not going to school today.'
'What? Why not?'
The answer to that question is incredibly complex. It involves prophecies and fake lives and who even knows if Kelsey is real? She could just be a figment of my imagination.
'Just'not going,'I say and wonder if I should add, Actually, I'm never going to be able to leave the house again.
Kelsey looks at me with concern. 'Are you okay?'
I am the opposite of okay. My aunts think my mother is actively trying to kill me. I don't want to think my aunts are lying, but I don't want to think my mother is trying to kill me. And the only person I could have talked to about this has enchanted himself out of my life history. And apparently, the plan for possibly ever'half-faerie, half-ogre, it's possible I'm immortal, I don't even know'is to just keep me locked away.
Suddenly I am angry. No one ever tells me the truth, it seems. No one ever gives me choices. I am so tired of being ordered around, of being a spectator in my life. It may be reckless, but I decide I am going to Salem
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