LJ-Todd

Dear Teen Me, This letter must be quite the surprise, seemingly impossible, even for you, the girl who fully believes time travel is possible (we still believe in case you were wondering) and it's because of your belief that I know you'll keep an open mind as you read. So, you're sixteen right now, while I'm twenty-two and I know that seems like such a gap to you now, six long years, but trust me when I say it'll feel like the blink of an eye. I know right now you're going through what I affectionately call The Rebellion and I know it feels like no one else understands how you feel. You've moved out of home and in with your brother, thinki

Michael would never let it show, would never admit it, but he hated living in Vega. The stifling walls. The restrictive ceilings. The constant press of people that were not his own kind. All it of it made his skin itch. It was why, as Jeep had so eloquently put it, he always chose the highest perch. The only reason he suffered it, the only reason he hadn't chosen some high place outside of the city, was Alex. The boy needed the safety the city offered, needed the companionship of other humans, needed to be able to see and feel and remember what, and whom, exactly he would one day be fighting for. So Michael stayed. He watched and waite