Stella Lockheed
"Alright, let's give it a shot," I said to Headmistress Mooncrest. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum solo at a punk rock concert. There was an eerie stillness in the room as I sat up on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the aches and pains that shot through my back. I was pretty sure it was when I fell to the ground earlier that I'd picked up a few bruises.
My mind was in a whirlwind, even though I'd agreed to the Headmistress's plan. It wasn't about how it would feel; it was the unknown truths lurking in the shadows of my thoughts that made me wary. What if I unearthed things I was better off not knowing? And then there was the gnawing fear that I wouldn't find anything at all, that this whole endeavor would leave me with more questions than answers.
With my
