133–Of freedom and Rebellions.

EUDORA

We were doing it—rebelling.

And it was ironic that the one person who would have stopped us was the most excited about ‘finally leaving the house and touching grass’. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited too. The thought of having a fun night without restraints or fear that I didn’t deserve such luxury, made me so giddy that I couldn’t sleep the night Zena told me.

But I’d also be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that still had that niggling fear but as I watched myself in the mirror after Zena was done with my makeup the night of our “rebellion”, it was buried to the very depth of my mind, never to resurface.

“All done. What do you think?”

“Wow.” I whispered breathlessly. It was the best I could do because I couldn’t believe the girl in the mirror was me.

“You’re gonna have to give me more than that because hello? Blind witch?”

I suppressed a laugh at the nickname he gave her. Although that was one of the things that made me marvel at the wonder she had j