WhiteKitty

(Picture of what Maeve looks like)

Bess doesn’t ask questions, just follows silently as I make sure no one is looking then crouch on the floor and head face the Blacks. Bess is only a few steps behind me, her hair knotted as she glance back and forth every few seconds. When we have both made it into the Garden, I stand and pull her back into the wall beside me.

“Quite,” I whisper to her and then step away, moving through the plants.

I have to find Maeve, warn her that her cousin was right,... Read Full Chapter

(Picture of what Bess looks like, though she has blonder hair)


I slam my plate into the table next to Bess, my legs quivering as I try to sit down. My plate, which held the small vegetables from the Garden in a pulled of sticky mush as well as some dried bread for breakfast, clanks on the wood and spills the boiling liquid onto my lap.

“Hey, Bess. I thought they only made the White Uniform for kids,” Alana yells from the table in front of us. Spinning, the young girl smiles and laughs, th... Read Full Chapter