PHOENIX
After turning on some music, I flop down on my bed. I look at the paper bag, smiling. I carefully remove the Post-it with the phoenix sketch, open the book on my bedside table and stick the note on the inside of it. Then I open the bag. I take out piece after piece everything that's inside; it feels like opening a Christmas present.
Two sandwiches, a pear, an apple, cookies, coffee, water, and various snacks and sweets. On some of them Aza has put little Post-its with messages. For example: The coffee is black and says it matches your soul, the pear says we'd make a cute pear, and one of the chocolate bars says a snack for a snack. I read all the notes, grinning like an idiot, and end up sticking all of them into my book. I send Aza a message saying thank you for saving my life. Then I, finally, start eating.
Her response comes about half an hour later.
that's what superheroes do
you're welcome
I immediately text back.
so now you're a superhero?
i've always been
in fact, superhero is my middle name
no it's not
nope, it really isn't
i don't have one
you should have, it should be 'dork'
pretty sure that's illegal
i don't care, it suits you
fuck you
what's yours?
don't have one
you're lying
how do you know?
rich people always have one
fuck you
tell me
please
don't laugh
i won't
well
well?
océane
really? phoenix océane leflore?
hahahaa
that's so fancy, love the accent mark btw
fuck you
i love it, seriously
you're fucking with me, right?
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Teen FictionPhoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made...
