Think"So. You started exhibiting abilities…?"More Like This
"Um… three years ago? Yeah, three years, and it was May I think. Fourteenth or maybe sixteenth, I don't remember exactly – I just remember that it was my last semester. Yeah, three years ago, May."
"Fourteenth or sixteenth?"
"Yeah, one or the other. I remember that because I has these huge goddamn exams, you know, one was on fourteenth and other on sixteenth and it was during one of them I heard it for the first time. Can't remember which one though, just remember being a nervous wreck. I studied of course, I mean, hello, you know? But test's a test."
"Right. It started during an exam then? In a large crowd."
"Well, large enough. I didn't go to a big school – hell you should know, you probably have my files and everything. Don't you? I mean, don't people like you have files on everything, even someone like me? Or should that be especially someone like me…"
"How large was the crowd?"
"I don't know. Twenty f
CarmenI met Carmen the day someone set the gym on fire. I’d known who she was before then—I’d heard the whispers of the tricks she pulled, and I’d seen her saunter up and down the clinic halls with a wicked glint in her eyes—but it wasn’t until I watched her drop an empty matchbox into a trashcan outside the smoldering gym that she let me into her incredible world.More Like This
“Mon dieu! I thought you were the nurse ready to bust me again!” she exclaimed. Then she took a moment to look me over. “Wait, I know you. Your name is Emma and you take your meds daily like a model patient. I am Carmen, by the way. Don’t believe the things you hear about me.” She smiled as though we shared a secret.
Carmen was one of those people who had an almost electric energy to her, a mixture of audacity and charm that attracted people like moths to a light. She’d barely introduced herself and I found her fascinating.
“Let’s not waste
Farewell -USxUK-"A-America is that you? What are you doing here?" An old woman asked in surprise. Alfred F. Jones was standing in the doorway of the front door of Arthur Kirkland's house, wearing a neat beige suit with a small bouquet of flowers.More Like This
"'Sup Bridget, I came as soon as I heard that Britain wasn't well." America said loudly, pushing past Bridget. America had heard from Francis that Arthur was ill with somethin'.
"Ohonhonhon. Did you not know~? Briton has not been that well for a while~ oui, some kind of odd illness or something or over."
And Alfred, as the hero of them all, had decided that he was gonna march in there and look after Arthur whether he liked it or not!
"The last time I saw you America was when you left after you got your independence." Bridget said in awe, looking at Alfred up and down with a smile on her face. She could still remember those times when Alfred was such a small child. Arthur would always dote on him 24/7, Bridget thought to herself.
"And you Bridget