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The flames were mesmerising, jumping over the logs propped in the circle of stones. I could hear animals scuffling, Natalie digging in the camping kit. She made a sound of triumph and pulled her head out, a pack of wood skewers in one hand, and a bag of fluffy, extra-large marshmallows in the other. Prim’s green eyes glittered hungrily in the dancing, flickering light, and she licked her lips. Natalie grinned and handed out the skewers – Ali and Prim instantly started a playful mock-swordfight – and then opened the bag of marshmallows, placing it so that everyone could reach. I speared a marshmallow and dipped it into the crackling warmth of the fire. Cass tilted her head back.
“Is it weird that some people say everything is written in the stars? That somewhere, up there, is the path of our destinies?” she mused. Ali snorted.
“If it is, whoever wrote it is a jerk,” she growled, breaking off her skewer fight and pulling Prim into a protective hug – the smaller teen squeaked in surprise, then nestled against Ali’s chest.
Natalie nodded.
“They’re mean,” she agreed.
“So… what was written up there… about you guys?” asked Sami, curiously. Ali growled, and Prim shivered. I glanced at Natalie, who looked back doubtfully. Things had happened. Things that we had agreed, long ago, should stay buried in the past. I looked around at my friends, pulling my now-toasted marshmallow out of the fire and nibbling at it. Cass and Sami were watching one another, and Ali and Prim were huddled protectively around each other, rocking slightly. From the looks on every face, things had happened to them too.