Lobster red.

I see gabby leap into the bus and figure she must have tried to follow me after all. I pause to wipe away my tears, angry at myself for my weaknesses. I follow the half blood soon after and slouch into my seat, not meeting any one’s eyes. The sun reaches into the bus, bringing the tingling to a sting.

‘You’re going red, Jesse.’ Gabby says bluntly. I look at my hands. Sure enough, the skin is darkening to a nice lobsterish red.

‘So I am.’ I mutter. I pull my hood up so it covers my face and grab my sunglasses from my bag, along with a pair of fingerless gloves. I curl my hands into fists, the ends of my fingers hidden from the sun’s rays. I sit there, silent until someone talks to me.

The End

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