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The door creaked open, but it wasn't Leo. It was Jade, his older sister. She was the personification of a storm cloud—black platform boots, tattered fishnets, and a perpetual scowl framed by hair the color of midnight. She didn't look at me; she just marched over to the beanbag chair I was occupying.

"Move," she commanded, her voice like velvet wrapped in barbed wire. F4M-Your-Friends-Mean-Goth-Sister-Sits-on-Your-...

The air left my lungs. She was heavy in that solid, deliberate way, her leather jacket cold against my chest. She pulled a book from her back pocket, cracked the spine, and started reading as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture. "Uh, Jade?" I managed to choke out. The door creaked open, but it wasn't Leo

The rain lashed against the window of Leo’s bedroom, providing a gloomy soundtrack to our third hour of mindless gaming. Leo had stepped out to grab more snacks, leaving me alone in the dim light of his LED strips. She didn't look at me; she just marched

"Leo’s coming back in a second," I stammered, gripping the controller a little tighter.