Of course I miss you already. It’s been three days. I got so used to seeing you every day at school that it feels like there’s a big hole next to me, even though it’s not like you were constantly there.
Sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner. I really don’t think it’s fair that I should work a clopen on my first two days back from college. (A clopen is when you close the restaurant one day, and then have to be there to open it the next morning. I don’t know if that’s a normal word, that’s just what we call it. Anyway, it sucks, because I barely had enough time to get home and sleep. I had to take my run after my shift.)
So that’s how my summer vacation is going so far. But I knew I’d be working the whole time. I have to earn that mad money!
And that completes The Teeth, book 13 of Chatoyant College.
As usual, I’ll be taking a short break before starting the next part, which will be a summer interlude. This “book” will have a different structure–I’ll be sharing emails, and possibly phone calls, between the characters during their summer break. We won’t be limited to just Corrie, Edie, and Dawn, either! I hope you’ll enjoy this different perspective.
As to whether there will be a return to Chatoyant College for Corrie, Edie, and Dawn’s sophomore year… we’ll have to see, won’t we?
As they all headed back out to campus, Dawn’s cell phone rang. She hastily dug it out of her pocket, glancing guiltily at the ID screen before answering. Sure enough, it was her mom. She took a deep breath before answering. “Hi, Mom. Are you guys on your way?”
“We’re here,” her mom said. “We’re just coming in through the front gate. Will you meet us outside your dorm?”
“Um, I will meet you there,” she said, since if they were already at the front gate there was no way to avoid meeting them on her way back to Gilkey. “But I’m not quite ready to go yet. Sorry about that. I have to finish packing.”
“What are we supposed to tell our friends and family about why we might not be going back to school in the fall?” Dawn asked. She knew she would tell her aunt Pru the truth—Pru had, after all, been a student at Chatoyant College and known a faerie herself—but she had no idea what to say to her parents or the few friends she had from high school. She’d been keeping the information about faeries from them for good reason.
“That is up to you,” Professor Lal said, her lips thinning. “The truth is an option.”
“You could also just tell them that there was a killer loose on campus and the school may be closing because of that,” Professor Rook said. “Use the truth, but not all of it.”
The noise level in the auditorium rose quickly as the stage lights went down. Everyone else seemed to be hurrying out as quickly as possible while discussing what had just been announced, but Dawn wasn’t ready to get up from her seat just yet—and neither, it seemed, were her friends.
Corrie leaned forward and spoke to Dawn past Edie. “Do you think they’re really going to make it safe?”
“I don’t know,” Dawn said. “If they can find a way to put the magic back the way it was… why wouldn’t they just do that?”
Corrie nodded grimly. “Of course, if they could do that, why haven’t they done it already?”