Beloved Purgatory (Fallen Angels, Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
It didn't really look good next to the antique monstrosity Forneus had given me, but I couldn't take it off. My mom had insisted it was a good luck charm. Too bad I knew it was really just good old-fashioned paranoia. You see, they only let you take the SATs on Sunday for religious reasons, and, in Portland, Halloween was considered a religious holiday if you were Pagan. Which I was. Sort of. Or at least that's what entered in my online form so I wouldn't have to wake-up early on Saturday. Sure, I may have lacked the standard amount of black eyeliner, piercings, and hemp accessories, but if anyone doubted my religiosity I could just tell them I was dating a demon. A balding man in aqua running pants, who referred to the 100+ teenagers moping in the hallway as a "pack of rascals," herded us into our "testing centers"--or, as I liked to call them, "classrooms." I had a feeling he was Wilson's PE teacher, and half-expected him to ask the guy with sagging jeans in front of me to "pull up his drawers." I took a seat in the back.
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