Alrighty, I said I'd probably post this and here ya go. (I'm nervous about this actually don't judge me…)
In English class we had to start a story with one of three phrases and this is what I did. (I read it out loud and I guess people liked it? Even the ones who didn't know what it was from).
"Not just my heart was broken that day," but my bones too. Literally. We had been so hopeful, ok maybe not HOPEFUL, but whatever. It still hurt. We had been so careful, so meticulous, and then I go and get stepped on… My dreams were crushed. That meant we'd have to dismantle the dragon. The casts, the dragon, the bronze, the injuries, the curse. It was all piling up.
You know, maybe I could have gone in his place. He'd have never let me… But I still could have tried! Then maybe we wouldn't be cursed. Maybe all of our inventions wouldn't blow up in our face. Maybe Harley, the poor kid, would have an actual normal life instead of having to live with us all the time. We'd still be the greasemonkeys, the lug nuts, the motor heads, the gear faces, the snaggletooths, the ratchet wrenches, the mechanics.
We're still Cabin 9. We always have been, and we always will be. But maybe, just maybe, if I had traded places, we wouldn't just be loose screws ready to explode at any moment… Maybe… I'm sorry Beckendorf, I'm so sorry… I can't seem to fix it this time.