Writing

Her red eyes flicked toward Seraphina. “She saw it. When your stone shifted.”

My pulse quickened. I wanted to deny it, but Juniper’s gaze was steady.

What is going on right now is our government is taking away people's rights to be who they want to be.

Night loved Day so much, 

she folded back her dark, starlit cloak 

to make more room for Day’s light to bloom 

and spill gold over the World.

I grabbed my uniform jacket and stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The campus footpath was empty. Too empty.

A stone whistled through the air toward my head.

“Extravaganzis!” I snapped.

I woke up, my feet brushing against the carpet as I pushed out of bed. Beside my uniform, my Luminor glowed a steady green, brightening as I shook off sleep.

I hate it 

when people say

 it'll be okay,

 and that they understand.

 But they don't. 

They don't understand, 

because they aren't me.