lydia c. martin. 17 years young. banshee.
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”I wouldn’t know. Seeing as most are teenagers and I
would rather not be fired or taken in for seeing a minor.
I can’t turn this on and off, how would I know what I look
like when in the moment? Shouldn’t I ask one of you to
tell me what I look like?”
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❝ I think that you would look rather pretty in that
orange jumpsuit. Well, thankfully for us and un-
fortunately for you, none of us were around when
you burst into flames. And I really don’t want to do
an experiment. Do you? ❞
“Yes. Walking around naked in soot is not how I see
a good day. Especially when I had no idea I wasn’t
going to be burned to death by a co-worker. At least
you’d have attended my funeral.”
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❝ I don’t think that any of the guys in Beacon Hills were
complaining. But then again, they also like to imagine that
I’ll give them a chance. What can I say? I’m a great friend.
Are you sure that there isn’t any species in the book that.
looks like it could be you? ❞
”I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not in this little book of yours. We are no closer to figuring out what I am, or why I didn’t know that I wasn’t normal for all these years.”
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❝ I came to that conclusion about two headaches ago.
What kind of girl can just burst into flames and walk away
unscathed? It’s infuriating. I am thankful that you’re alright
though, it means that I didn’t have to find my funeral dress. ❞
