LOCATION:Nocturne Island
INTERESTS:Riding sea monsters, charting stars, exploring clockwork palaces.
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Oct 14 2016
Don’t forget, new Monstrous Sea T-shirts are on sale this week! We’ve got Amity and Dallas, Damien and the dread crows, and plenty of sea monsters. Go check them out! monstroussea.com/store
Oct 15 2016
Wow, you really ate up those T-shirts. More on the way! (Plus, don’t forget the next compendium!)
Oct 17 2016
I think you guys are really going to like tonight’s pages.
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Oct 18 2016
Hehehehehe told you you’d like them. >:D
Oct 19 2016
Yes, yes, I know, I’m evil.
Oct 19 2016
You liked the shirts so much, they’re going to be on sale this week too! Hot off the presses!
Oct 20 2016
Excited for Dog Days tonight! Hope to see everyone in the chatroom.
When asked what the rebirth had felt like, Amity could only respond with “Painful.” A creature of pure energy had crawled inside her and rearranged her very genetic structure. How else could it feel? But the people of Nocturne Island were persistent, and deeply spiritual, and the Watcher was one of their great guardians, so eventually she changed her answer to “Enlightening.”
CHAPTER 3
School feels more like a punishment than ever.
I just don’tcare. I stand at my locker this fine October morning and stare down the hallway. A homecoming banner decorates the mouth of the hallway, reminding students to buy tickets for the football game this Friday night. Someone put that banner up there. God, someonemadethat banner. Someone painted it and everything. Students pass me wearing outfits for this particular day of homecoming spirit week, which happens to be hippie day. Lots of peace signs and tie-dye floating around. So much school spirit.
I barely finish my homework every night; how does anyone else have the willpower to care like this? The people having themost fun, dressed in the most ridiculous costumes, are seniors like me. How? Why? These are legitimate questions: I feel like someone told a joke and I missed the punchline, and now everyone’s laughing without me.
I stand by my locker in stretched-out jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, counting the minutes until I have to give up and go to homeroom. A group of boys wearing tie-dye headbands and rose-colored glasses crowd up to the locker beside mine; one of them throws it open so hard it smacks me between the shoulder blades. The boy who did it starts to apologize, then sees that it’s me and loses his voice to a badly concealed snort. I turn away and ignore them until they leave again, when one of the others pulls his hood up and acts like a cave creature, his back hunched and his hands held out in gnarled claws. The other boys laugh, as if they aren’t still within my sight. I yank my own hood down.
I don’t understand this place, but I only have to survive it for seven more months—seven months until graduation, until college. And college, as I have heard it from several respectable sources in theMonstrous Seafandom, is so much better than high school it’s laughable.
I want to be there. I want to be in the place where high school is the joke, and I don’t have to be near people if I don’t want to, and nobody cares what I wear or look like or do.
When the boys disappear around the corner and all attention fades away from me, I turn back to my locker. Freshman year, Ifestooned it in graphics and fanmade art for Children of Hypnos, my favorite book series. A few earlyMonstrous Seasketches hid in the corners, but that was beforeMonstrous Seawas even a thing. Now my locker is empty aside from my school stuff. I stuff my stats and history books in my backpack. Wedge my sketchbook under my arm. The backpack gets slung over my shoulders, and my dignity tucked safely away.
On to homeroom.
