Chapter two Phammie I tuck my near black hair behind my ears as I walk quickly down the road with Drake. We all agreed it was best to split up after setting the building on fire by accident. It's not Hendrix's fault her temper is horrible, Drake shouldn't've said what he did. I stop abruptly, remembering the paper Quail dropped when she started to flee after seeing the smoke on the ceilings. Drake runs into my back, "Watch it!" He hisses, sounding as friendly as a cat in water. "Sheesh, you ran into me!" I say back. The paper is soft in my hands, it's old. Very very old. The creases have yellowed and in some places its ripped. "What's that? Is that paper," Drake asks stupidly, hanging over my shoulder. "No, it's a picture of your mother. If you hush I'll read it." I answer, he stops grumbling and watches intently as I unfold the paper. "Hurry up, I see people," Drake tousles his hair and throws his muscled arm around my shoulders. I start chattering so we look like a couple on a stroll. The man Drake spotted jogs past wearing rags. A brown bag is in his hand. Zazha I kick the chair Quail is perched on in anger. "What do you mean Phammie got the letter?!" She looks up at me through the cuts on her swollen face, "She picked up the letter before Drake even saw it." "Why didn't you stay?" I ask, hoping there will be a reason to kill her off. "They gave me ten seconds to run before the eyeless boy would kill me." I stand up, furious, and lunge for Quail. Her pale face is terrified and her broken fingers struggle to wrench herself free from my grip on her collar. I shove her into the wall of my round office. "You needed to stay! You left the yearlings!" Each word is separated by a violent yank on her flowing hair. I finish, breathing hard, someone who's three thousand shouldn't be doing this. I slip to the ground, Quail's large eyes watch me before she speaks, "The girl with the blue hair, she did something. Drake made her mad and she set everything on fire." I jump to my feet, doubly mad, "What do you mean?"