ying to keep my voice even. My heart was
u always think you're better than us. You're going to go home and then what? Po
vy on my shoulder. It contained everything I needed for tomorrow: my SA
n back at me. A flicker of something – doubt? – crossed his
t time she called the English teacher over spring bre
That was a state-level practice test, cruc
id, my voice firm. I t
ackpack strap.
of my ba
me to the party. Or at least
ous." I pulled,
The contents spilled onto the hallway floor – my calculator, pens, a wat
I lunge
tic bag. "What's this? Oh, your ticket to a
ny." My voice tremble
s," she
behind, pinning them. His
g?" I struggled, b
e venomous. She pocketed my ID and ticket. "You'll
gging me down the hall, away from th
king me?" Panic c
ink about your attitude," Jake gru
followed,
n towards a narrow door: the athletics equipme
ll, windowless, filled with def
don't d
d at the door, holding my phone
o calls for help." She tossed it to
er of the old Jake, the boy
ou out after the party start
I heard the sickening thud
ss. Si
tomorrow morning. And they had
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