Thirty-three

Iris Miller

I went to class, and I got away from Malaki for a little bit. I tried to clear my head but I couldn’t. All I could think of was that my whole life had been stripped away because I was part of some immortal prophecy. I wanted to be happy about this. To feel like I was part of something bigger, and it was okay. I told myself that it was. Somehow, something good would come from it all. But now I wasn’t so sure anymore.

I hated myself for even ...