You Fed Us to the Roses by Carlie St. George

Author:Carlie St. George
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robot Dinosaur Press

September—Min-Seo

Also, Min-Seo obviously did not die in a car accident, as previously claimed. She died heroically, saving small children from a burning church fire, which inspired her new friend to stay in school and raise her English grades with a heartbreaking autobiographical essay about personal growth. Honestly, Sparrow. A car accident? Really?

October—Mr. Harrison

I didn’t know him well. Seemed nice enough, but come ON. He was a substitute teacher. A very brave, very stupid substitute teacher who was immediately murdered by the ghost of a small, sacrificed goat. I feel bad for him, kind of, but also, I’ve got other shit going on.

First, Mom got a new boyfriend, and he non-ironically says things like “golly” AND drinks orange juice with pulp, so. He’s either a Mormon or a secret demon that could potentially impregnate Mom with a stepbrother-Antichrist, gross. Then Dad caught me scribbling in this journal, which means he thinks I actually LIKE his awful presents, which means now I’m the lovable witchy weirdo with this horrifying Hello Kitty backpack. Also, Min-Seo has suddenly decided we should risk going to Homecoming, which is literally the worst idea anyone’s ever had. A) Nobody asked me, and B) I thought I was trying to stay alive, remember? How many people died at the last dance, Min-Seo? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

But—okay, if this is about wearing a hot ass dress and showing off your survivor scars, then fuck it, fine. But if we’re doing this, we’re bringing SO many weapons and incantations, and also, you’re never allowed to reference The Outsiders again. I’m giving you time to master your eulogy skills, I’m trying to have hope again, whatever. S.E. Hinton sucks, you don’t get to die heroically or at all, and if you ever tell me to stay gold, I really will jump off this building and haunt your ass. And my English grades are fine, you bitch. It’s MATH that’s killing me.

And yeah, I know. Poor Mr. Harrison, did I forget about him? Well, kind of. Look, he’s dead, so many people are dead, and I didn’t magically learn to cry again, okay? If anyone ever reads this, thinking, wow, Min-Seo can teach Sparrow how to weep, and Sparrow can teach Min-Seo how to talk, like, stop being an asshole. Nothing comes that easy.

Min-Seo IS teaching me stuff, mostly chess strategies and how to French braid. In turn, I’m teaching her witchcraft. Not just her, either, but any student who wants to learn. Which not everyone does or, frankly, can. Also, this could backfire very badly. I am definitely keeping an eye out for any more prescriptive, white witch, mean girl bullshit. But we don’t have Dylan or Isobel or Isaac anymore, so we’ve got to do something, right? Maybe we can all teach each other different ways to rescue ourselves, to keep from taking that last step off the ledge. Maybe instead of a hero squad we can have an army, a self-defense class, a coven of survivors.

Look. I don’t know what I’m doing.

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