The Genderbending of Haruhi Suzumiya [Spoilers Aplenty]
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Suzumiya Haruki no Setsubun, part 22. The End is nigh. Yes, really nigh. No, really. It’s nigh.
The rest of that day passed … in an unpleasant manner. First, Haruki spent all the time during class until lunch, tugging on my hair and whispering questions and orders at me, until the teacher thought he was trying to cheat somehow.
I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid there is no way to cheat at writing down dictation. If there were, I surely would have started using it a while back, as your particular brand of dictation has the power to put me right to sleep.
Lunch rolled around, and Haruki was annoyed because he hadn’t managed to break me. I saw his head turn around like that of a hunting feline, saw what he was looking at. Right there and then, we had an impromptu race to Taniguchi and Kunikida’s table. Thank you, unadulterated desperation, and the adrenaline you bring. I got there first and managed to grab the idiot duo by the elbow and drag them away from Haruki.
No, you can not talk to Haruki. No, Haruki, you can not talk to them. Let go of that!
“Why?” Haruki demanded, having seized Taniguchi by her other elbow. She was looking quite bewildered. “Are you afraid I’ll torture your henchwoman into revealing secrets about your criminal activities?”
“Our what?” Taniguchi bleated, shocked.
I gave Kunikida a mighty shove towards the door and pulled on Taniguchi with all my might. “There is nothing to reveal!” I blustered. “I just loaned them my spare hair bands, that is all!”
“What’s going on? Hey, that hurts!” Taniguchi protested, trying to pull away from both of us at once and failing miserably.
“Since when are you so –
?” Haruki demanded, tugging on Taniguchi.
“Ow!” she protested.
“I’ve known Kunikida for –
than you!” I shot back, heaving on Taniguchi, whose contact with the floor was limited to the tips of her toes, thanks to Haruki’s height. “And she and Taniguchi are practically a –
! Let -
“Ow, ow, ow! Let me go!” the object of our little tug of war wailed, now trying to pull in my direction.
“I don’t buy it!” Haruki snorted. “You can’t fool the ultra –
My grip slipped. It is definitely not true that I intentionally let go of Taniguchi in an attempt to unbalance Haruki. No matter what you think or say, that is not what I intended at all. But it
what happened …
With the pull in the other direction suddenly disappearing, Haruki overbalanced, tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his back. With Taniguchi on top of him.
My thoughts reeling, all I could do was look down at them with horror for a moment. The click of someone’s cell phone snapping a photograph snapped me out of it, though. I crouched down, liberated the whimpering Taniguchi and dragged her out of class while Haruki was still getting back to his feet.
I spent the first part of my lunch break hiding at the top of the stairs, where the art club stores its props.
!” Taniguchi whined, rubbing her arms and wiping away tears. “What gives, Kyon?”
Please accept my apologies. But I do not want Haruki involved in the ‘play’. No way, no how.
“Well, I get that,” Taniguchi sniffled. “But why did you put me in the middle like that? I’m not sure I want to help you out anymore if I’m going to get molested by Suzumiya like that …”
I had to think fast, but not that hard.
“Tsuruya-sempai would be so disappointed if you dropped out now,” I said.
Taniguchi sniffled some more, but finally accepted a handkerchief from Kunikida to wipe her face with. “Well, I suppose I can avoid him,” she said in a dubious tone of voice.
“Why do we have to keep Suzumiya-san out of this, though?” Kunikida asked. “After that movie, I thought he really enjoyed putting together this kind of production. Couldn’t he be a little helpful …?”
It isn’t often that Taniguchi and I are perfectly in sync. As if on cue, we both looked Kunikida in the eye and uttered a scornful “No!”
Look, Haruki would just rewrite the whole script, of toss it in the trash and decide to wing it. He’d want to be the director and change everyone’s parts. The only way I’d let Haruki in on this play is if I want it to change into something utterly unrecognizable.
“That’s right!” Taniguchi huffed, crossing her arms. “Besides, last time I got thrown into the cold water, and he didn’t even say sorry! I am not going through another Suzumiya production for as long as I live.”
“Well, if that’s how you both feel about it …” Kunikida said, sounding doubtful. “But how are we going to keep him from finding out? I mean, we’re not the only ones involved, are we? I mean, there’s Tsuruya-sempai, Koizumi-san, Nagato-san, your little brother … and didn’t you say Asahina-sempai was going to be involved somehow …?”
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.
After swearing both Taniguchi and Kunikida to secrecy, I hared off towards Itsuko’s class. When she wasn’t there, I headed for the cafeteria, dreading the noises that were already blasting out of its door.
A scene of pandemonium greeted me when I looked inside. Haruki and Tsuruya-san were in the middle of a large circle of people, hands locked and both sporting wide grins. Asahina-sempai was huddled against the edge of their little battle circle, whimpering and trying in vain to squeeze between the people shouting encouragement at the two combatants.
“Sooooo, Haru-chan!” Tsuruya-san said, grinning even wider. “This’s how’s it’s gotta be, yeah?”
“You know it, Tsuru-kun!” Haruki growled, a devilish light in his eyes and a fiend’s grin on his face. “Man to man, strength to strength! If I win, I get the truth!”
win?” Tsuruya-san asked, grinning and grinning and grinning.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself and live in dreams!” Haruki shouted, clearly enjoying the moment.
I went around the circle, attempting to ignore the two of them shoving and pulling at each other, to where I judged Asahina-sempai was cowering. Using what little strength I had (not to mention a few judicious kicks at the back of people’s knees), I managed to squeeze in a little and create a small opening for Asahina-sempai to squeeze
“Waaah~,” he whimpered, hugging me around the knees. “Waah~, Kyon-chan, I – Waaah~, Suzumiya-san, he just – he just jumped on our table and –”
I feel your pain, Asahina-sempai. Now please let go and take my hand. Yes, taking my hand is good, hugging my legs is bad.
I pulled Asahina-sempai, who was trembling like a leaf the whole time, to the door. Once there, I took a deep breath and bellowed: “Tsuruya-sempai!
!” Tsuruya-san replied, and proceeded to let himself fall on his back while holding onto Haruki. The next moment, his feet were under Haruki’s stomach, and he flipped him into the ring of watchers. More chaos …
I just took off running with Asahina-sempai in tow, and Tsuruya-san was at my side before long. By a supreme miracle, we managed to avoid Haruki by hiding in the girls’ bathroom. (An experience which nearly unhinged Asahina-sempai.) I deposited the two sempais with Taniguchi and Kunikida at the top of the stairs, where they were well-received. As for the other potential victims, I had faith in their ability to dodge Haruki’s questions if they judged that doing so was in their best interest.
“Kyon-chan, I can’t take this!” Asahina-sempai sobbed. “I – I don’t even know what Suzumiya-san was going on about, he just jumped onto our table, grabbed me by the tie and told me to fess up what
How is it possible for someone to look both cute and accusing at the same time? It shouldn’t be allowed.
“If it hadn’t been for Tsuruya-san,” Asahina-sempai sobbed, “if he hadn’t pulled him off of me and started wrestling him, I – I would have – I …”
He cried a little at that point. Taniguchi, if you pull out that cell phone, I am going to make you eat it. Kunikida, same goes to you. Just lend him your handkerchief.
“Please bear with it a little longer, Asahina-sempai,” I begged. “After Sunday, you can tell Haruki everything, but until then, please keep it under your hat.”
“All of this for silly fairytale stuff,” Asahina-sempai sniffled, wiping his nose. “Hmph. Fine, then. Since you asked.”
“Maybe you could hide out with us until after Sunday, Asahina-sempai?” Kunikida suggested, now indeed offering him her handkerchief. Taniguchi definitely brightened up at that suggestion, shooting a beaming smile at Tsuruya-san.
Well, if it works for all of you, who am I to complain? I was just about to quit this little hiding place for the classroom and my lunchbox, when suddenly Asahina-sempai said: “Kyon-chan, are you going to do the silly fairytale play before or after Suzumiya-san’s, um, ‘demon hunt event’?”
My spine turned to jelly. Seriously, I felt all of the strength draining out of me. It was true, Haruki
planned his demon hunt for this Sunday. Crap. Crap, crap, crap! Not only did I have to keep Haruki from finding out about the ceremony, but I had to somehow arrange for the other members of the SOS-dan to ditch Haruki’s latest event? Crap!
I returned to class anyway; what choice did I have? Haruki was waiting, of course, a very strange expression on his face. He was smiling, but the look in his eyes was not one of simple happiness. I have seen this look before, usually when there is some challenge before him that he fully intends to annihilate somehow, such as the lack of a computer for the clubroom. My poor spine went rigid with dread, and it cost me a lot of effort to appear to be walking normally as I crossed back to my desk.
“So,” Haruki said as I started to eat. “Is this a rebellion against your commander, Kyon? If so, let me tell you right now that you are one million light-years too early to try something like that. You need to train more before you even
of creating your own club.”
“That’s not what I’m doing at all,” I objected, after swallowing with a badly constricted throat. “Geeze, you always think the worst right off the bat.”
you doing?” Haruki demanded.
“I can’t tell you that, it’s embarrassing,” I hedged. “Also, it’s personal.”
“Talk,” Haruki demanded.
“In class?” I shot back. “Where everyone can hear my personal business? No, thank you.”
“What, is this supposed to be about female hygiene issues?” Haruki mocked me. “Then why are Mitsuuru-kun and Tsuruya-san involved?”
My face grew exceedingly hot, and I imagined I could feel the collected stares of my classmates on me. “Don’t just say something like that out loud!” I snapped at Haruki. “People will get the wrong idea! This is just something
, got that?
Per – so – nal
. Recognize that word at all?”
“Spill it,” Haruki demanded again.
“No,” I replied.
“I’ll just get it out of Mitsuuru-kun, then,” Haruki stated.
“No, you won’t,” I shot back. “Asahina-sempai isn’t even involved.”
‘Much’, I added in thought. I mean, all he has to do is keep his mouth shut, and all he’s adding to the performance is the preparing of mouth-wateringly good food and drink.
“Are you going to lie about Taniguchi and Kunikida not being involved?” Haruki smirked.
“They can keep their mouth shut,” I bluffed. “This is a thing girls understand, and
“Tsuruya-sempai isn’t a girl,” Haruki noted, giving me a look that was very different from a smile.
when he has to be,” I bluffed.
Haruki’s expression went … solid. Very solid. Oh, dear.
“Which is to say …” I started to backtrack.
“No, I get it,” Haruki said, a little smile growing on his face. It didn’t look funny. “He’s
.” His smile widened a little. “Well, well, well. ‘Sensitive’. There’s a surprise. So, I was thinking of inviting Tsuruya-sempai to our demon hunt on Sunday.”
Wow, this is just perfect. He’s already ticked off for some reason, and now I get to pour oil on the fire. Maybe I should talk to Itsuko first, because if this doesn’t cause him to set off Closed Spaces, then nothing will.
“Haruki,” I started to say, “about Sunday. I can’t make it.”
Contrary to my expectations, Haruki did not explode. He did glower, however, all through classes. After classes, he just took off, and when I got to the clubroom, there was a sheet of paper taped to the door which read ‘Club cancelled for today, do what you want, but attendance next time is mandatory
on punishment of death!!!
“Suzumiya-san seems to be in a particularly foul mood,” Itsuko sighed behind me, causing me to jump an inch or three. She politely ignored my moment of fright and came to stand beside me.
“I gather something happened in class that Suzumiya-san did not care for?” she enquired. “And again in the cafeteria? And in class again?”
“You might say that,” I admitted. “Itsuko …” And I told her everything that had happened.
Itsuko nodded a few times, ‘Tsk’-ed once or twice, and winced at the end.
“I really do wish you had phoned me before telling Suzumiya-san that you would not be available for his project on Sunday,” she said after gathering her thoughts for a moment.
There was an almost queasy smile on her face, but she made a shooing gesture.
“Never mind,” she said, “considering the unfortunate selection of hair ornaments displayed by your two friends and Suzumiya-san’s understandable increase in suspicion, coupled with the necessary need to hide the truth from him, the Organization would have already anticipated a certain increase in Closed Space in the foreseeable future.”
I see. I am impressed that you managed to say all of that without having to stop to breathe. Now, what are we going to do when Haruki finds out that you, Nagato and Asahina-sempai will also be absent on Sunday?
Itsuko winced again, her smile growing slightly queasier. “Well,” she said. “I shall warn the Organization to … do its best.”
You do that.
As I walked away from the clubroom, I considered that between a greedy Makuro and a ticked-off Haruki, it would be a miracle if we all survived to see Monday.
We held another rehearsal at Tsuruya-san’s home that afternoon, which went well, and agreed to meet there again on Saturday for the final run-through. Needless to say, Taniguchi went into transports of delight at being invited to the mansion for not just one, but two days. Kunikida was vocally impressed with the place as well, but my little brother just ran around playing with Tsuruya-san and the servants when we weren’t all rehearsing.
As I pedalled home, carrying my little brother behind me, he asked an unpleasant question: “Why can’t Haruki-aniki help out with the play?”
“He’d want to direct it,” I replied. “And I want to follow the script the first time around.”
“Oh,” he replied. And, a little later: “Couldn’t you ask him to do it your way the first time, then?”
“It wouldn’t work,” I said, feeling a little guilty.
“Why not, if you ask and tell him it’s important to you?” my little brother nagged.
“Because he’s Haruki,” I sighed.
“Oh,” he said again. And then: “Are you being mean to Haruki-aniki?”
How could I possibly be mean to him? It’s usually the other way around. Am I being mean to Haruki? No way. He’d never accept it if I told him not to mess with the script. He wouldn’t. Would he? Shut up, you brat!
I didn’t deserve having to think about something as inane as worrying whether I’ve hurt Haruki’s feelings. I really didn’t. So, of course, I did. I even considered giving him a phone call, even had my finger on speed dial. I barely managed to save myself by hitting Itsuko’s number instead of Haruki’s …
“How much Closed Space have you guys had to deal with already?” I asked. “I can’t imagine it’s been easy for the Organization today.”
“Oh, we’re muddling through as usual,” she replied, chuckling a little. “But let’s not talk shop, that would be boring, and it isn’t often that you call me. How did you enjoy today’s rehearsal?”
“I think it went pretty well,” I allowed. “Thank you for your hard work in keeping the props in top condition.”
“It was my pleasure,” Itsuko replied. “How do you feel about Sunday?”
“Pretty good,” I replied, “pretty good. One more day of practice, and we should be as good as we’re going to get.”
“Excellent,” Itsuko chuckled. “I am glad to have your approval for our paltry efforts.”
“Well-deserved, well-deserved,” I assured her.
There was a brief, awkward silence.
“So, what is bothering you?” Itsuko gently needled me.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Come on,” she encouraged me. “You know you want to.”
“This is ridiculous,” I said. “Nothing is bothering me.”
“No?” Itsuko asked. “Not even about what Suzumiya-san might do in his annoyance at being left out of the play?”
“Well, there’s that,” I admitted.
“Not even a concern about what might happen if Makuro is unsatisfied with our performance on Sunday?” Itsuko continued.
“That, too,” I admitted.
“And you aren’t worried that you are being unfair to Suzumiya-san by assuming right off the bat that he would ignore your requests to follow the script as you presented it to us?”
“You’ve gone very quiet all of a sudden,” Itsuko chortled. “Is something wrong?”
I distinctly recall you telling me that your psychic abilities either only work inside Closed Space, or that they’re aimed at Haruki’s mental state, so how are you reading my mind? Or has my brother been calling you on the phone behind my back?
“Oh, it is nothing as interesting as all that,” Itsuko assured me. “I just thought you looked a little distressed when we saw that message Suzumiya-san left for us on the clubroom door. After that, I just … theorized”
Please keep your crazy theories to yourself and get ready for Sunday. Tomorrow’s rehearsals will be particularly stringent, I have just decided.
“I shall quake with apprehension and fear at a more appropriate time,” Itsuko chuckled. “Right now, I am … a little tired from various exertions.”
Now you’ve got me feeling guilty … How many Closed Spaces have you been tackling today, before and after rehearsals, I wonder.
“Well then,” Itsuko said, in an elegant sort of way. “If you will please excuse me, milady ultra director, I shall rest up for tomorrow’s furious round of rehearsals.”
I am begging you not to call me that. I am not Haruki.
“Of course not,” Itsuko agreed. “But in any case, I will see you again tomorrow, bright and early.”
We both hung up, and I turned off the lights. And just lay there, staring into the dark. I didn’t dread the performance on Sunday, I tried to tell myself. I didn’t feel guilty for locking Haruki out. I couldn’t trust him not to mess things up, and when push came to shove, this ‘performance’ was as much for his good as it was for mine.
That’s right, we mustn’t forget that if I get eaten and Makuro flies the coop, Mashiro will be out as well. She’ll probably zero in on Haruki without delay. Be grateful, Haruki!
Be grateful, Haruki … you big lout …
In the dream, I was lying on top of a hill. Grass was pillowing my body, flowers filled the air with rather nice smells. When I sat up, I could see there were trees growing lower down the hill’s flanks. So, if seen from a distance, this hill would look a little like a balding old man’s head, huh?
Looking around, I saw the ruins of an old shrine. It looked like it had been hit by a wrecking ball or something …
I got to my feet and started walking around. This looked like a piece of pristine wilderness, very nice, very peaceful. So why did I feel uncomfortable while walking around?
“Maybe you’re just one of those people who can’t be satisfied, no matter where they are or what they’re doing,” the little girl at my side suggested. “I notice you complain a lot.”
Hey. That’s rude.
“I know,” she said, sounding supremely unashamed. “I
rude. I’m also a glutton, I’m greedy, I’m selfish, I have a short fuse, and the attention span of a five year old child. These are my weaknesses and I accept them. How about you?”
For someone who admits to so many flaws, you seem very sure of yourself.
“The way I figure it,” the little girl said as she skipped ahead of me and plunked herself down on the ruined shrine’s steps, “my flaws are part of me. People can take me – heh, try to, anyway – or leave me.”
I suppose that’s not the worst way to comport yourself. But how about working on your flaws and making improvements?
“Meh, who cares?” the little girl asked, gesturing at the blue sky above us with her staff. “The sky doesn’t care what people think about it, even if it’s pissing down or raining lightning on everything that’s tall. The earth” – she thumped the grassy ground with the heel of her staff, and the hill trembled but briefly – “doesn’t care what people think about it, even if it’s shaking and cracking open to swallow buildings. You can take poison on it that the lightning doesn’t care what people think about it, even if it’s frying them like sausages.
If you ask me, the world doesn’t care what anyone thinks about it, and it isn’t trying to ‘improve itself’. So why should I give a damn and try to become something that I’m not? Or why should you care?”
The two of us aren’t the world, though, are we?
“Aren’t we?” the little girl snickered. “We’re both part of the world, aren’t we? So why not enjoy the perks if we have to take the problems that come with it anyway?”
Part of it, yes. All of it, no. We’re just ordinary people, we should try to do our best.
“Ordinary people, my boot!” the little girl snorted. “You’re rubbing shoulders with great powers every day and you’re not even stressed out, what’s ordinary about that?”
Just goes to show that you can get used to anything, I guess.
“Whatever,” the little girl shrugged. “Not my business, and I sure as spit don’t really care. I’m just looking forward to the performance.”
She grinned. Her teeth were quite sharp. Her eyes were quite golden. I felt uncomfortable and didn’t really know why.
Wait. Performance … Something about a performance?
“Nah, forget it,” the little girl said, waving my thoughts away. “C’mon and sit down for a spell, watch the clouds with me. We’ll have black tea and
with red bean paste.”
She licked her lips with anticipation, and I sat down next to her. I had to admit, sitting in the sun and watching the clouds with tea and a snack didn’t sound so bad. Relaxing.
“Watching people bleed and listening to them scream is pretty fun,” the little girl said suddenly, “but there are other ways to have fun, too. I don’t need to improve myself, I have a wide array of tastes to draw upon. I won’t be bored for ages yet, being the way I am.”
You think you only need to change yourself if you’re bored?
“That rude boy thinks so, doesn’t he?” the little girl replied, lying back and pillowing her head on her arms. “He’s got that much right. The only reason to change yourself is discontent with the person you see in the mirror. I’m fine with who I see in the mirror. Are you?”
… Are you, really?
“Why wouldn’t I be?” the little girl snickered. “Just look at me: I’m perfect. Strong, powerful, I have an agreement so I’m catered every time I wake up from my nap …”
But are you actually
anything with that perfection?
The little girl didn’t say anything, just lay there, frowning at the clouds.
You aren’t, are you?
“You’re unhappy because you worry you may have hurt that rude boy’s feelings, aren’t you?” she asked in return, fingering the ribbon in her hair. “Worry, worry, worry. ‘Is that rude boy hurting inside, is he sulking the way he did when I snapped at him when we were filming his movie’? Like rats running around inside your head.”
And you’re lying on top of your sister, bound by contract to keep her locked up. Nice family.
“Meh, we’ve never been a species for playing happy families,” she replied, shrugging.
Still, the best you can do with
is lie still for an eternity?
“You’d rather see me do my old job?” she asked slyly. “Causing earthquakes and thunderstorms, shaking people’s houses down, blowing away their harvests and hurling bolts of lightning at them?”
the best you can do with ‘perfection’?
A cloud passed before the sun, and suddenly we were lying on the steps that lead to the entrance of North High. No more grass, no more flowers, no more shrine. But I now knew where I was, and who I was lying next to.
“Mine,” the little girl reminded me. “Always mine. My territory, the prize of battle.”
I thought you just smashed an abandoned shrine and set up shop.
“There were challengers after that, believe me,” Makuro said with a sharp-toothed grin. “I got rid of them, though. I am strong. Powerful. Perfect.”
I’ll give you strong. Impressive, even, for knocking away so many of the humanoid interfaces. But –
,” Makuro boasted. “I have fought things that actually knew how to fight, things that had heart and guts, opponents that raged against defeat and used dirty tricks as easily as you breathe air. Those golem things are pathetic in comparison. And still I prevail. I, Makuro the Great!”
Are you so determined to impress me? Why?
Another cloud passed before the sun. When it cleared, the sky was red. The school was a smoking ruin, and the hill was littered with craters and corpses, some of them decayed. All around the hill, the city looked like an abandoned warzone.
“This is always mine,” Makuro stated, lazily gesturing at the devastation. “No matter what challenger comes, this will always be my place. I decreed it a long time before that damn baldy showed up and showed me his contract. This is my place. No one will drive me away, and no one will ever deny me my due.”
Maybe I get it. Scaring me didn’t stop me from getting ready to give you your ‘due’, so now you’re trying to impress me, right?
“Now why would I do that?” Makuro asked, regarding me almost lazily. “The ceremony was promised to me, it is the way you little things honour me and seal the deal I made with baldy.”
I think you’re bored.
Makuro’s eyes narrowed.
I think you’re bored up here. No matter how many times you say that you’re perfect, you’re still stuck on this hill, with nothing to do but sleep and wait for the next meal to turn up. That has got to be boring.
“Maybe I wanted to impress on you the importance of giving me a good performance,” the
girl hissed, her face deadly serious now. “Behold me and know me for living
. The power of lightning, mountain and storm! Honour me and know yourself for a puny thing, which I could squash with a single toe.”
But you’ve still been sleeping inside a hill for centuries, haven’t you? I don’t doubt you enjoyed the meal and the shows, but you’re still stuck at home. Like a wealthy couch potato. You could do anything, but you’re tied down to your sofa because people thought you were frightening.
“And you hurt that rude boy’s feelings,” she told me. “Stepped on his heart by snubbing him.”
Again, she tugged on my ribbon. And grinned at me.
“How he enjoys the adventures,” she taunted me, “the fun experiences he shares with you and the rest of this ‘SOS-dan’. And you’re cutting him out of it. You, the one who he trusts above all others.”
I’ll make it up to him.
“Will you soothe him with a … kiss?” Makuro mocked me.
Will someone soothe you with one?
That shut her up; made her frown.
I’m going to give you a beautiful performance. And then you’re going back to sleep for a few hundred years. Maybe my great-great-grandchildren will have to deal with you again, but before they go to high school, even if it’s in this town? You’re going to be perfection, asleep and indolent. Doing nothing but pinning your psycho sister down.
You can’t scare me into messing up, you can’t impress me into tensing up and messing up. I am going to do this thing right, just like you told me to. Just tell me: were you hoping I’d do it all wrong from the start, so you could get out of your deal with ‘baldy’? Or did you change your mind after you’d already given me my orders? Maybe you felt a little more lively after scuffling with the ITDE. Or maybe having that big meal of beans made you think about all the pleasures of the world. Or maybe –
Her staff was under my chin, holding my mouth closed. Her face was in front of my eyes, teeth bared in a nasty grin.
“Do your best, little girl,” she hissed. “I’ll be watching.
I woke up and glanced at my cell phone to see the time. Twenty-six minutes until five in the morning.
04:44 … Ha. Hilarious …
I turned around and drifted back off to sleep. One more day of rehearsals, and then the big day. And I felt ready. Things were going to go back to normal – or as normal as they got around here.
You hear me,
girl? I’m not afraid of you anymore. You call yourself perfect, but you’re still stuck, trapped between your given word and your desires. The last laugh will be mine – no, ours.
The SOS … dan’s … last … lau …
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