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“Where are we?” Satomi asked, brushing damp curls from her forehead and peering anxiously about. “None of these woods look like my home.”
“We’re in Wishing Stones,” I said, standing up and brushing dead leaves off my nightgown.
Satomi shook her head, then turned on me. “Really, Fiona, you didn’t have to go with me! Think of the education you could have finished! And you too, Lucas!” she shook her head again. “I could have gotten along, you know, back at home.”
“That’s irrelevant,” said Lucas. “And I think you’re wrong. Fee would have been expelled for having those books on absorption, eventually.”
“Stop calling me Fee!” I exclaimed. “Not only does it sound like sugar taxes, but it also gives me a headache.”
“Then can I call Satomi Toni?” …show more content…

I’ll have to get clean sheets, though, because Cookie enjoys eating in there a bit too much.”
“Sounds fine,” Satomi said cheerily. “What next?”
“We have school in the morning. We’ll want to get up around four, though, because that’s when the Village Congregation opens and I want to introduce you two as my seventh cousins... sixty times removed.” I made a shooing motion with a strand of water that had escaped my hand while I was deep in thought. “Go on, Lucas, and if you’re worried about what to wear in the morning….”
“I have clothes,” Lucas interrupted. “But I agree, trying to fit in is a great idea. Too bad we couldn’t have avoided Satomi’s expulsion in the first place.”
“That’s fine,” Satomi sighed. “It’s just that I know that I didn’t do it, and that makes it worse.”
“Let’s break up for the night,” I said. “Come, Satomi. I think I’ve got some sheets in the closet that you’ll like.”
…..
I was awoken by the blaring of my alarm clock at three the next morning. Rolling out of bed, I slammed my hand down on the OFF button and leapt out of bed. From the next room, I could hear Satomi groaning. I pulled on my school uniform except for the shoes, which didn’t fit, and left the room without even bothering to pull open the curtains. Satomi stumbled out of her chamber, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She was wearing a short black skirt and a sky-blue sweater that did wonderful things for her eyes.
“Good morning,” she yawned. “Oh, I don’t know what

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