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canvas. I'm just sort of preoccupied with the fact
that somehow I wasn't able to feel Sahariel's presence earlier. Maybe
I didn't feel him because I'm so tired. I almost feel like I can't
feel anything.
    “ Eden.”
    I jump.
    Miss Brody is standing
next to me. Where the hell did she come from?
    “ Are you feeling
alright? You haven't painted anything new in weeks.”
    “ Yeah,” I
smile at her, “I'm fine, just a little tired is all.”
    “ Alright,”
she says and walks away.
    I can't help it. I just
can't stop thinking about Sahariel. What happened to him this whole
time? That was the first time I had seen him in two weeks. What did
he do about his classes? Did he reschedule or is he just not caring?
    I'm completely lost in
thought by the time class ends and I'm surprised when the bell rings.
I collect my things and then head for home, excited about the
carnival.
    The drive is quick and
soon I'm in Evaughn's car, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The
drive to the carnival is quick.
    “ Alright,” I
say, getting out of the car, “do you just want to head in and
maybe grab some food or something to drink?”
    “ Definitely. I
think I'm going to scarf down as much cotton candy as my stomach will
allow.”
    Evaughn gives me a huge
grin and we walk into the carnival.

Chapter
Eight
    Evaughn is on her third
helping of cotton candy when I ask her about Brock.
    “ Yeah,” she
licks her lips, “I'm curious too about where the heck that boy
is. I mean, all he said is that he wanted to change too. Didn't think
it would take him this long though.”
    “ Hmm,” I
frown and look at my watch. It's been nearly an hour since we've
walked in and still no sign of Brock.
    “ Maybe we should
call him?” I suggest, “See where he is?”
    “ Good idea.”
    I flip open my cell phone
and quickly dial his number.
    “ Hello?”
    “ Where the heck are
you?”
    “ I just pulled up,
stop worrying,” I hear him chuckle slightly.
    “ Alright, we will
see you in a few minutes.”
    “ Okay.”
    I hang up.
    “ So he's here?”
Evaughn asks the obvious.
    “ Yep,” I say,
“want to meet him at the gate?”
    “ Sure.”
    We head for the gate and
wait for Brock to show up. It’s crowded so I just try to spot
the spotless white button up that he usually sports both at school
and away.
    “ Is that Brock?”
Evaughn says suddenly, pointing into the line of people.
    I look to the area that
she points, but I can't see the usual attire, all I see is a familiar
face. There's no white button up shirt, only a fashionable polo and
some jeans on a boy that I never seen in such attire. And no glasses.
    “ Holy crap,”
I almost have to lift my sunglasses to do a double take, “Brock...
is that you?”
    He saunters over. I
didn't even know he could saunter. But he does. Brock stands in front
of us and smiles. His hair. Did he gel it or something? It looks
different. I don't know, more popular?
    “ Took you long
enough to change,” Evaughn says, “Did you have to change
five times or something?”
    Brock smiles at her.
    “ No, I didn't have
a chance to change after the family portrait. I'd be wearing my
glasses, but you know my mom. She doesn't like imperfect family
photos, and glasses count under that category.”
    He looks at me and the
smile shifts. His colors swirl around him in orange, pink and red,
flecked with blue and green. What the heck does the new smile mean?
I'm so tired that my mind doesn't feel like deciphering the colors
that are around him.
    Brock says something,
which I don't catch, and we begin to walk in.
    Even though the carnival
wasn't advertised well, there are still plenty of people around. And
even though I'm wearing my sunglasses, the colors are very bright.
    We stop by a booth that
is handing out free cups of some weird new punch and we stop to
decide what we're going to do. Although both Brock and Evaughn grab a
cup I decide to stay away from the green tinted juice.
    “ So, what have you
guys done so