DEG- Encounters"Hey, Keisha!" I shouted at a girl 3 aisles from me. I was on a ladder, taking books from one section of the non-fiction section of a library down and placing them on a cart.
"We're in a library, there's no yelling!" she replied, also on a ladder.
"Sorry, but the exhibit's going to be here in a few days. Do you have the article on ice cream?"
"No. Armando has it, I think. I'm not sure why, his part of the exhibit is the British."
"Just wondering. I need that article for mine."
I woke up from a restful sleep, despite the moving train. Apparently, we had made another stop during the night. Glancing at the bed beside me, I noticed that Hecate was already awake. Her bed was empty. I stood up, used the washroom, got dressed, and stuck my dagger in my coat.
"Look, I really just want to be your friend. We seem to be the sanest ones here, so we might as well be friends." I turned around to find Hecate directly behind me, waiting for my response. I scoffed, but she continued.
DEG- The First Evening"Mommy, why are my eyes different from everyone else's?"
"You're special, sweetie."
"B-But Jeremy from school said that they were weird. He called me a freak."
"He's just jealous because they're so pretty."
"Mhm. And besides, after tomorrow you'll never see him again."
"He and his parents are moving to another state."
Something was shaking me. I opened my eyes and saw that I was sitting in the window seat on the train. Just then, I became aware that the train was moving, and looking out the window confirmed it. It was nighttime, and dark countryside rolled past the train. I then redirected my attention back to the train. I was one of two people left in the lounge car, and the only one sitting. Theo was standing there holding something behind is back, grinning. Had I fallen asleep? I suppose that I must have. But what was with that dream that I had had
Before DEG- DolleyIt was raining. I found myself on a street bench in front of a clothing store holding a red cell phone.
Wait...who am I?
I immediately looked at my appearance using the store window. My eyes were ravenous, looking for something to remind me of my identity. From my reflection, I discovered that I had straight, shoulder length brown hair and purple eyes. I was unsure of my age, but I was anywhere from my late teens to early twenties. My petite hourglass figure was dressed in a black trench coat, black nylons, and black knee-high, lace up boots. Under my trench coat, I was wearing a spaghetti-strapped, knee-length white dress. I suddenly became aware of something cold on my neck; a necklace that had a corked jar with red glitter in it. Fairy dust, I thought to myself, a child's toy. In my jacket however, there was something that no child would have: a dagger. It bore the inscription "Lilium est veritatem." I had no clue what that meant. All of a sudden the name "Dolley Madison" popped int