Violet Ink by Ramisa R (good books for high schoolers .TXT) ๐
Through repeats of these bizarre occurrences, her newfound ability allows her to confirm Aโs for her classmates, fix the relationship between two lifelong enemies and assist poverty-stricken humans find food and shelter.
But writing for evil is just as easy. Red ink for anger, revenge and psychopathic thoughts; blue for depression, malice and malevolence: two colours of the opposite spectrums, mixing in an eerily simple manner.
Violet ink has never been more tempting.
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According to the instructions on the tag, I find a locker with the number โ2โ written in big, bold writing. My key fits into the lock perfectly. I am more unsettled by Flynnโs uncanny knowledge of those around him. As I twist it, anticipation builds up within me โalong with a pre-satisfaction, a bubbling excitement of finally unravelling a mystery.
Inside, there is a single piece of paper. Itโs slightly rumpled and contains a horrible mixture of colours. What is this? I think, turning the paper over and examining it. My eyes widen. Itโs a drawing by a child, a terribly drawn picture with two stick-figures; one standing upright, and the other lying on the floor, little crosses acting as eyes. Splashes of unevenly spread red cover the ground. Blood.
โSheโs awfully odd,โ Mum says to Dad, holding my hand. I hear her every word, even though Iโm barely at her waist. โIโve never met anybody who doesnโt have quirks, but sheโs soโฆโ
โDifferent.โ
โI was going to say strange.โ She gives me a wide, condescending smile as I hand a crayon to her. Then she turns back to her husband, still miserably bad at whispering. โThey were asking students what they wanted to be. All the students said normal things โdoctors, astronauts, detectives, nursesโ but sheโฆ she drew this.โ
My father doesnโt say anything. He keeps walking. And just when I think the conversation has ended, that he wonโt contribute anything more, he says:
โShe wonโt ever be normal; nobody would be, with a past like hers.โ He reaches over to ruffles my hair. โBut we love her anyway.โ
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