It would be her birthday in four hours. As she discovers who she is — and where she comes from — it is clear she is not alone. Did I just say that? Amy must not have told her anything. Now Mus-mus had a water dropper, a feeder, and an exercise wheel. Chloe looked dreamily at the black-and-red onion domes on the label.
Tiny marks of an expert assassin. Chloe thought about their little interaction in class and her success with the bouncer the night before and walked right up to him, ignoring the others. She clung to the gate, her leg dangling uselessly below her. Chloe gave her a lopsided smile, then went through the big, double-swinging metal door. She climbed up into a window and dug into her jeans pocket, hunting for spare change, not bothering to put her other hand on the wall for balance. Chloe felt like she was spinning, her weight being forced back into her skin. It was a very Paul choice.
What was a nice restaurant, anyway? Teenage hormones, as they always said, or had it been an up-with-life reaction to her near-death experience? Now, what had made her say that? Someone is trying to get her. She just needed to dance right now. Strange noises, padding footsteps, and the occasional scream echoed and died in strange ways, like she was in a vast cavern riddled with tunnels and caves. This is not the way lend. It was a very Paul choice.
Amy turned to Chloe, wrinkling her freckled nose and smiling. What—, she began to say. Like almost everything in the room, it was from Ikea. It was the only explanation Chloe could think of to explain such a blasé reaction. To recover from a two-hundred-foot fall.
Maybe this was the afterlife, and she was being eased into it slowly with familiar people and places? Coffee leads to cigarettes leads to cocaine and crystal methampheta-mines. They helped Chloe lean forward, then slowly rise on shaky legs. There was a slight indentation in his short, black, and overgelled hair where his earphones had rested. Then Chloe would have a right to feel miserable on her sixteenth birthday, at home, alone, punished. Amy swigged the last of her coffee and belched.
Luckily for Chloe, she still has eight lives to go. She heard a blade, fine and small like a dagger, being whisked out of its sheath. One As soon as she opened her eyes that morning, Chloe decided that she would go to Coit Tower instead of Parker S. As she discovers who she is - and where she comes from - it is clear she is not alone. I could—I should have been killed!!! But Chloe was depressed by the damp and cheerless mornings, evenings, and afternoons and liked to flee to higher, sunnier ground—like Coit Tower—at every opportunity.
She reached to pull herself up, hand over hand, but a near-silent whir announced a second attack. Yes, Chloe has the instincts and ability of a cat. Chloe King is a normal girl. They were all lions around her, female and maneless, the real power of the pride. Someone is trying to get her. Chloe felt herself sliding in closer and closer— What the hell am I doing? Then something growled behind her and shoved her hard.
Chloe has nine lives…but will nine be enough? But when Ariel discovers that her father might still be alive, she finds herself returning to a world—and a prince—she never imagined she would see again. She was stiff, but even the bruise on her forehead was already fading. Watching you—how do you say—moan? The rest came back to her as she got up. The little mouse never stopped eating, ignoring her. How did she deal with the 2 A.
Instead they were looking at her like she was a ghost. So dude, Amy said, changing the subject. Happy pre-birthday, Chlo, he said, getting up and lightly kissing her on the cheek, a surprisingly mature, touchy-feely act. She idly tried to sketch his lips in the margin of her notebook. Charon of Inner Sunset had just let her into the Dancing Afterworld. Chloe sat at the table and ate, still not fully awake, still not fully thinking, just enjoying the feeling of the food hitting her stomach and filling it. Like almost everything in the room, it was from Ikea.
Then she stumbled downstairs, trying to emulate her usual tired-grumpy-morning-Chloe routine. Her best friend had learned that years ago and politely accommodated her. Like he had ever asked anyone out. She goes to class most of the time , fights with her mom, and crushes on a boy…or two. King put her hands on her hips.