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- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
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- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
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- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER FORTY!(:
"You make residence at the Gleyley Institute of New York?" Atan asked, walking next to Spencer towards the front gate.
"Yes," Spencer nodded. "It’s all we’ve got." "It’s lovely," Briatha smiled. "Will I be staying in her room then?" she pointed to Scarlet. "Depending on how far apart the two of them can be from each other you might" Spencer nodded again, then watched as Oliver carried Scarlet up the steps, taking his gracious time. "Sounds promising." Briatha ran ahead. "Why can’t I just run around with them?" Scarlet whined, pointing to Anastasia and Briatha. "Because you can’t" Oliver grumbled. "Why not?" she complained. "Because I said so." "But you’re not the boss of me!" "Yes, I am." "Since when? You’re not my daddy.You’re too young to be my daddy!" Scarlet started kicking her legs, then felt Oliver’s hand grip the underneath of her knees a little rougher. She reached for his hand, and tried to pull on it. "Stop." He growled. "Just let me see your hand!" shehollered. "Why is she acting like a toddler?"Mrs. Carson asked, keeping an eye on their backs. "Because Oliver accidently erased her whole memory. She doesn’t even know her name, or where she lives."Anastasia said, a small smile on her face as she watched Scarlet trying to get Oliver to let her see his hand. "Sweetheart," Mrs. Carson caught up with Oliver to talk to Scarlet. "What’s your name?" "I don’t know…but if I get to pick I want it to be Ruby! Oh, oh! Or Chrysanthemum!" She said excitedly. "When’s your birthday?" "I don’t know that either, but I want to be a December baby! I love snow! It’s just so pretty! Don’t you?" Scarlet tugged on Oliver’s shirt. "Do you like snow?" "No." Oliver gritted his teeth. "Why not?" she asked. "He’s never seen snow" Anastasia said to Scarlet, using a soft tone as if she were comforting a crying baby. "But, but! How can you have never seen snow?!" she yelled at him. "God, you’re annoying." Oliver hissed. | Annabelle’s lip quivered, and she just looked at him.
"You’ve hurt her feelings!" Anastasia hit his shoulder. "So? What do I care?" Oliver glared at her. "Whatever she feels you feel Oliver." Spencer clarified, once again. "Apologize to her Oliver." Mrs. Carson gave him ‘the look’. "I’m sorry." Oliver grumbled at her, his teeth together, his jaw tense, and his nose pressed a little higher than usual. "Apologize accepted" Scarlet put her cheek against his chest, the warmth radiating off him as she got a little closer. "What are you doing?" Oliver asked. "I’m cold" she whispered. "Scarlet, dear, could I ask you something?" Mrs. Carson stopped in front of them. "Oliver put her down please." Oliver took his arms out from under her, and she landed safely on her feet with her back to him. "Yes ma’am?" Scarlet put her hands behind her body, and rocked on her feet. "Do you remember anything? At all?" "I remember him," she turned to Oliver. "But, not really anything else. How old am I?" "You’re 15 years old, about to turn 16." She said kindly. "Really? I’m really old!" Scarlet declared. "Your name is Scarlet Conrad, youwere born February 29th, 1994." Spencer said, standing next to his mom. "But February only has 28 days…?" Scarlet looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. "You were born on a Leap Year"Spencer explained. "It’s cold out here." Scarlet shivered. "Here, take my jacket" Anastasiaheld it out. "Okay!" Scarlet took it, and then dropped it and stared at her hand. "Ouch!" "Anastasia, why did you do that?"Oliver looked at his reddening hand. "I didn’t know it counted for clothes too!" she said defensively. "Well now you know" Oliver grumbled. |