Born in Hell: Chapter 8, Fifteen (4)

honestly was curious, not to mention happy for the guy. “Where’re you going?”
“Demiatra Academy. I hear it’s a pretty spectacular experience…if you’re the right kind of person for it.”
“No way. I just got a letter from them today!” Odd.
“Did it invite you?” Now he was interested, not curious, just interested.
“Well, I kind of threw it away. I didn’t think about it. I don’t want to go somewhere else. It’s probably too expensive anyways.”
As I looked to his face for an answer, his eyes hinted a sign of worry. “Oh. Well, i’m sorry you didn’t consider it.” A long pause. “It’s too bad, we could have been the new freaks together!”
I had to laugh at that. Wow, me and C.J. together at some preppy, private school sticking out like we were just sent to Exile Island. I could see it.
Maybe I didn’t want to know the answer to this one. “How far will you go?”
“Oh, nothing too bad. Just a

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