Author's Note: Oh, I don't know... I just felt compelled to write this. Completely random, but hey... I don't own the Gemma Doyle trilogy or any of it's lovely characters.
I've never felt so dejected in my life. It seems everyone has left my side. Ann's too consumed in her own petty issues, Pippa and Felicity are only worried about who's wearing what before when, Grandmother never understood anyway, Tom simply isn't the brother I remembered, my Father is a drunk, and my mother...
My mother is dead.
Honestly, I just don't know what to do anymore. Every way I turn, there's a ghost in my path. Mary Dowd- Who are you? Kartik- What do you want from me? How am I to accomplish anything when dark spirits are trying to kill me?
The Order? The Rakshana? Whoever they are, they have the wrong girl. I can't even manage to speak proper French, mush less seal the realms or conquer a sorceress! No. I simply need to block it all out, just ignore it. Be the good little girl everyone wants me to be.
Yeah, right.
No doubt I'd muddle that bit up, as well. I'm just not cut out to do anything.
Stop that! No! I've got to stop feeling sorry for myself- nothing's being accomplished here! I'm made of sturdier stuff than this. Maybe I'm not the most proper or cunning, but I certainly can't give up on this. It's my duty to whoever I decide to commit myself to. My duty to myself. Things aren't as easy as they were before, but I have to keep going.
If they killed my mother, what can they do if I don't try to stop them? It'll only get worse. And I've got to stop it.
But it still is a bit scary. I mean, does everyone expect me, a sixteen year old girl with red hair and a surly attitude, to accomplish something a team of sorceresses couldn't? They must be crazy!
Am I really going to try?
I must be crazy.