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"Is it dead?" asked Lissa. I peered at it. "Yeah. Definitely dead. Don't touch it.” "Probably attacked by another bird," observed Ms. Karp. "They fight over territory and resources sometimes.” Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty. Transfixed, she reached toward the raven. "Liss!" I exclaimed, horrified. "It's probably got a disease.” But her hand moved out like she hadn't even heard me. Ms. Karp stood there like a statue, her white face looking like a ghost's. Lissa's fingers stroked the raven's wings. "Liss," I repeated, starting to move toward her, to pull her back. Suddenly, a strange sensation flooded through my head, a sweetness that was beautiful and full of life. The feeling was so intense, it stopped me in my tracks. Then the raven moved. Lissa gave a small scream and snatched her hand back. We both stared wide-eyed. The raven flapped its wings, slowly trying to right itself and stand up. When it managed to do so, it turned toward us, fixing Lissa with a look that seemed too intelligent for a bird, its eyes held hers, and I couldn't read her reaction through the bond. At long last, the raven broke the gaze and lifted into the air, strong wings carrying it away. Wind stirring the leaves was the only sound left. "Oh my God," breathed Lissa. "What just happened?” "Hell if I know," I said, hiding my stark terror.
Ms. Karp strode forward and grabbed Lissa's arm, forcefully turning her so that they faced each other. I was there in a flash, ready to take action if Crazy Karp tried anything, though even I had qualms about taking down a teacher. "Nothing happened," said Ms. Karp in an urgent voice, her eyes wild-looking. "Do you hear me? Nothing. And you can't tell anyone—anyone—about what you saw. Both of you. Promise me. Promise me you won't ever talk about this again.” Lissa and I exchanged uneasy glances. "Okay" she croaked out. Ms. Karp's grip relaxed a little. "And don't ever do it again. If you do, they'll find out. They'll try to find you." She turned to me. "You can't let her do it. Not ever again." On the quad, outside my dorm, someone was saying my name. "Hey, Rose? I've called you, like, a hundred times.” I forgot about Ms. Karp and the raven and glanced over at Mason, who had apparently started walking with me toward the dorm while I was off in la-la land. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm out of it. Just…um, tired.” "Too much excitement last night?” I gave him a narrow-eyed look. "Nothing I couldn't handle.” "I guess," he laughed, though he didn't exactly sound amused. "Sounds like Jesse couldn't handle it.” "He did okay.” "If you say so. But personally, I think you've got bad taste.” I stopped walking. "And I don't think it's any of your business.”
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"Is it dead?" asked Lissa.<br />
I peered at it. "Yeah. Definitely dead. Don't touch it.”<br />
"Probably attacked by another bird," observed Ms. Karp. "They fight over territory and<br />
resources sometimes.”<br />
Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for<br />
animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab<br />
fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty.<br />
Transfixed, she reached toward the raven.<br />
"Liss!" I exclaimed, horrified. "It's probably got a disease.”<br />
But her hand moved out like she hadn't even heard me. Ms. Karp stood there like a statue, her<br />
white face looking like a ghost's. Lissa's fingers stroked the raven's wings.<br />
"Liss," I repeated, starting to move toward her, to pull her back. Suddenly, a strange sensation<br />
flooded through my head, a sweetness that was beautiful and full of life. The feeling was so<br />
intense, it stopped me in my tracks.<br />
Then the raven moved.<br />
Lissa gave a small scream and snatched her hand back. We both stared wide-eyed.<br />
The raven flapped its wings, slowly trying to right itself and stand up. When it managed to do<br />
so, it turned toward us, fixing Lissa with a look that seemed too intelligent for a bird, its eyes<br />
held hers, and I couldn't read her reaction through the bond. At long last, the raven broke the<br />
gaze and lifted into the air, strong wings carrying it away.<br />
Wind stirring the leaves was the only sound left.<br />
"Oh my God," breathed Lissa. "What just happened?”<br />
"Hell if I know," I said, hiding my stark terror.
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