Broken Boulder How Tweens Are Ruining Education

The second that the two girls parted, Eleuthera’s maw darted to her hindquarters and began to lick at her smarting wound. Perhaps turning her attentions away from her aggressor would have been a foul move in a true spar or fight, but what she saw immediately grabbed her with a shocking force that threatened to send her tumbling backwards. There was blood that seeped from the small incision above the bones, and though the scarlet staining was slight, it was enough to remind Eleuthera that she had seen this before. her brother. his crumpled form. the pool of blood. The blood had come from his leg too, and he had died from it. Fear suddenly gripped her heart like a vice. 

“oh no, oh no, oh no”  she moaned, her babyish voice cracking with simple, innate dread. It replaced all the anger that she had felt moments before. “i’m gonna die,”  she said sorrowfully. Then, a sharp look cut towards the bespeckled, murderous girl. “You killed me.”  the lilac girl claimed, with utter contempt.