After pondering the picture a little more, I came up with another idea. Yay! (Anyways, Scott Westerfeld has revealed that the girl in the picture actually is Lilit.)
DISCLAIMER: I am female, adolescent, and Asian, and I believe Mr. Westerfeld is the opposite of those.
"Lilit, I thought you...wait, what in blazes are you—Alek! Alek!"
Hearing Dylan's panicked cries, Alek burst into the room. Lilit was advancing on the boy, who had a terrified expression on his face. Suddenly, Lilit drew a knife from within her bouquet and plunged it into Dylan's chest. He yelled, stumbled backwards into Alek and collapsed, his shirt stained red.
"Dylan!" Alek cried, supporting the boy. "Are you okay?"
He turned and glared at him. "I have...a barking knife...in my chest..." he said through gritted teeth. "Do you...think I'm okay?" Dylan took a deep, shuddering breath. "Alek...I..." His eyes grew glassy, and his body was limp in Alek's arms.
And Alek knew, without a doubt, that his best friend was gone, forever.
He gently set Dylan's body on the ground and turned to face Lilit, a furious expression on his face. A single tear rolled down his face as he shouted, "Do you realize what you've done?"
"Yes I've killed my boyfriend." She shrugged. "But I had a good reason."
"What reason?"
"He was cheating on me." She pointed an accusing finger at him. "With you."
"It's not fair." Alek remarked one day.
"What's not fair?" Deryn replied, slightly perplexed.
"You're so much more...awesome than me."
She smirked. "Really? If so, it's not like I can help it."
"Perhaps, but I need to...raise my social status somehow."
Deryn looked out the window. "Well, we're about to land, so perhaps we can find somewhere to improve your appearance, at least."
. . .
"That's it!" Alek shouted, pointing to a small building.
"A tattoo parlor?"
"Yes!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her in. A bell tinkled softly as they entered. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
A heavily tattooed young woman stepped out of the shadows. "Hello, and welcome to Michelle's Tattoo Parlor. How may I help you?"
Alek grinned. "I want one right here." He drew a line across his front. "It should say 'Aleksandar' in big letters, with a crown on top."
Deryn rolled her eyes, and walked out. Not long later, the screams began.
I'm probably not going to update for a while, thanks to school and whatnot.
Answer: I have a besparkled composition notebook/scrapbook in which I write my stories and paste in pictures. Then, I transfer them to my computer.
Question: Who's a more awesome heroine, Deryn or Annabeth Chase?