I’ve heard some disturbing things about you, Starbright. Ugh, I hate it when he calls me that. I’m sure he is one of the last people on this Earth that knows my middle name. He enjoys teasing me with it. Nothing makes my blood boil quicker than hearing the name my doped-up mother assigned me. Eclipse Starbright Anderson. The second I turn eighteen, I’m changing my name to Claire, or Kylie, or fucking Frances.
