Alix, Stephanie, and I explode in laughter. Ambrosia just told us that we aren’t ordinary human teenage girls with massive social problems and some of the worst frizzed-out hair at Hunter High. We are straight out of mythology, goddesses who avenge, retaliate, punish, haunt, hunt, and don’t stand around being victims, but make things happen. We are kegs of untapped, unstoppable power. What else did she say? We walk in the dark, or something insanely insane like that. It’s so ridiculous that I start pogoing around the surfer statue. I don’t believe a word of it. But at the same time that I don’t believe it, I do believe it. I want to believe it. It explains not just about He-Cat and all the strange things at school but something even more important. It means that everything I want to believe about myself, what I hope for and pray for, is true. I am blossoming. There’s something strong and powerful ready to come out. A me who can stand up for herself and who can right wrongs and who never has to be afraid.
