I. She opened her eyes. Blinking, Maya focused on the ceiling. She closed her eyes again, trying to remember what her dream had been about. Even as she focused, the images darkened and floated away from her mind like ashes from a campfire. She opened her green eyes again, framed by countless freckles. Her bright orange hair was scattered all around her face. She could hear her mom coming up the stairs to wake her up, so she worked her way out of bed.
Inside Her Shell
Inside Her Shell
Inside Her Shell
I. She opened her eyes. Blinking, Maya focused on the ceiling. She closed her eyes again, trying to remember what her dream had been about. Even as she focused, the images darkened and floated away from her mind like ashes from a campfire. She opened her green eyes again, framed by countless freckles. Her bright orange hair was scattered all around her face. She could hear her mom coming up the stairs to wake her up, so she worked her way out of bed.