I flipped through the book and stopped at a random page, this was page 123.
Whoever said exercise gives you endoprhins had clerly never been a K-pop trainee.
“Maybe you should take a break, Unni. You look miserable – and you’re going to give yourself premature forehead wrinkles.”
Leah sists cross-legged on my bed, snacking on a bag of honey butter chaips. I guess there’s one Kim sister who shares Korea’s obsession with turning salty snacks into sweet ones.
I frown at her in the wall mirror and lean forward to inspect my reflection, smoothing my hand across my forehead. “What wrinkles?”
I watch drops of water fall from the ends of my hair. They streak down my towel, puddle on the sofa cushion. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my ears.
Mom says Ingrid’s name and I start to hum, not the melody of a song, just a one drawn-out note. I know it makes me seem crazy, I know it won’t make anything change, but it’s better than crying, it’s better than screaming, it’s better than listening to what they’re telling me.
I had Random.org select a page and it decided on page 118!
“Bodkin! Get in!” yelled Wish, climbing into the cart at the front of the caravan of carts, and Bodkin climbed into the one at the back beside Xar. Wish pushed up her eyepatch, twitched her fingers… and the linked carts rose in the air, over Encanzo’s head, towards where Looter was dangling.