

Silver Ch.4: Fighting ChanceChapter Four: Fighting ChanceSilver Ch.4: Fighting Chance
Boys could joke all they wanted about a girl having a room stuffed with dresses and still wail about finding nothing to wear, but in my case it was the absolute truth. The three of us stared into my closet bemoaning how little we had to work with. In the past year the Grief Monster had eaten all my fashion sense and the better part of my wardrobe. I guess date clothes arent very high on your priority list when youve just been orphaned, I explained. No, I imagine they arent, Jules whispered, shocked.


Silver, Ch. 4: ClicheChapter 4: ClicheSilver, Ch. 4: Cliche
Did it hurt? the guy asked. Hovering close, dirty jeans too near our faces, he leered through shanks of muddy brown hair. His smell announced his presence before his question. Dont bother finishing that line; Ive heard it before. First, no it didnt hurt when I fell from heaven, though my mother may have a different answer for you. Secondly, youll think the consequences excruciating if you dont leave before I get my bag open. He threw his hands up, warding her off.  


Silver, Ch. 3: Shirts V. SkinChapter Three: Shirts Vs. SkinsSilver, Ch. 3: Shirts V. Skin
Lather, rinse, repeat. Another two weeks went by, dragging mid-terms closer. Jules shifted into Finals Mode, reminding me in the afternoons to stuffy, or calling in the mornings to quiz me on my homework while getting ready for school. The phone rang and I picked it up without saying hello, assuring Jules Id already compared my study guide answers to the ones in the back of the book. The resulting laughter rang much deeper than Id expected. Im glad youve adopted such quality study habits, Jocelyn,
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