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said.
“I guess we will,” Hanna chirped, her voice ice.
They stared each other down. The song over Steam’s speakers changed from an emo-punk ballad to a
throbbing, African dance beat. It reminded Hanna of a song a tribe might play before they went off to
battle.
Game on, bitch, Hanna mouthed to Kate. Then she daintily pulled her bag into her chest and waltzed
around her stepsister-to-be into the Rosewood Day hallway, waggling her fingers at Mike, Noel, and the
others. But as she was passing the cafeteria, she heard a sarcastic cackle reverberate off the walls. She
stopped, the hair on the back of her neck rising. The laugh wasn’t coming from Steam, but from the
cafeteria.
All the tables in the lunchroom were full. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Hanna saw a figure behind
the
rotating pretzel oven slither out the back door. The person was tall and lanky and had blond, curly hair.
Hanna’s heart stopped. Ian?
But no. Ian was dead. The person who had sent his parents that text earlier today was an impostor.
Shaking
off the thought, Hanna pulled her school blazer around her shoulders, drained the last of her latte, and
continued
down the corridor, trying her best to strut like the fearless, gorgeous, unflappable girl she was.
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8
IF THE DOLLS COULD TALK…
As soon as Emily finished swim practice Tuesday afternoon, she drove to Isaac’s house and parked at the
curb. Isaac opened the front door of his house, grabbed Emily tight, and inhaled deeply. “Mmm. I just
love
it when you smell like chlorine.”
Emily giggled. Despite the fact that she always washed her hair twice in the locker room showers after
every