Skylar: Before killing Justice
“Morning Lans,” she says. “I’ve brought you a troublemaker.”
That’s one way of putting it. She all but dragged me here. Principal Lancaster turns around and regards me with disinterested eyes.
He squints through the rays. “Hm. Yes, it seems you have.”
I lick my lips and find that they’re as cold as pebbles and rough from chewing at them nervously. I wish I could dissolve into thin air and I don’t know why I feel oddly squeamish even though this isn’t my first rodeo. It’s so uncharacteristic of me because usually when I wind up in trouble, I know I’m guilty. There’s something unsettling about being accused of misconduct you haven’t committed. Coach relays the information of the pills she saw bleeding from the zip on my sports bag. After this, Coach stands to my right waiting or maybe she’s just making sure I don’t suddenly lunge for the door.
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