For a girl 14 years old, Sophie Elizabeth Foster has a lot of secrets.
A double Identity. Two?
A secret ability. Two?
And when a group of teens her age show up, her walls start breaking.
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Shannon Messenger has done an amazing job with her...
Sorry peeps, somebody commented that Sophie had purple highlights, and then I went back and realized that was right - oops!
Tysm!
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Sophie's POV
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I stare up at the stars.
It has been an hour since I woke up, with my head feeling like a motercycle ran over it.
It was 3 AM.
I had explained to everyone what was going on, and they had started to get packed.
And fallen asleep, after the crazy day we'd had.
But I had come to my balcony, not being able to sleep.
I know I had a song recording session with Calla this morning, I had to leave in an hour, but I was already ready.
I look down at my clothes, giving myself another onceover.
I had tried to add some color to my outfit, and my wolf mask was sitting on my dresser, waiting to be worn.
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After I had woken up, nobody mentioned the song.
I hadn't either.
But it still bugged me. Who had sang that song?
"Foster?" I whirl around at the sound of a voice.
"Keefe?" I ask.
He steps into the moonlight.
I look away at the concern in his eyes.
"Di-did I wake you?" I ask, hiding myself behind the curtain of my hair.
"Nah. I just... woke up. What are you doing out here, though?" He asks.
I just shake my head. "You don't need to worry about it. Do you need anything?" I ask, trying to turn the conversation toward him.
He smirks.
"Foster, you need to focus on yourself sometimes. Let yourself get pampared. I mean, if I just fainted, almost broke my mind, I would've let other people do everything for me." He plls up a chair as he says this, lounging back.
"Keefe, you should sleep. It's really early." I chide.
His smirk grows. "I'll sleep when you sleep." He tugs a strand of my hair with that.
I turn red and turn away. "Keefe, I have to go-" I get cut off with his gasp.
"Foster, you have purple highlights?" I turn to see him inspecting my hair.
