“You should probably open it.”

I turned to see Grace in my doorway. Perfect Grace. The good kid who stuck out the family curse. “You’re better than last time I saw you. How’re mom and dad?”

“They’re good,” she walked over and sat down on my bed, “And I’m not really better than last time. This is kid stuff. You should be able to do this pretty soon after you open this package.” She picked it up and turned it around in her hands.before a wicked smile crossed her face, “Think fast,” she murmered before whipping it at me.

“I hate you!” I lunged for the box and my nails ripped the paper. I glared at the fading image of my sister, her red hair was already being replaced by my midnight blue wallpaper.

“You’ll thank me one day!”

Alone, I looked at the ripped paper and sighed in defeat. Reluctantly tearing off the rest of it, I glanced at the book in my hands. ‘I hate how it glows so much.’