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Her feet were so cold and she tried to concentrate all her thoughts on that, rather than think about how scared she was feeling. It didn’t help that so many of her friends were standing far away. She wished Moose hadn’t redirected himself toward Ashley. She wished that Cece was standing by them too. She wished—Was Devin in his boxers? Suddenly, Kinsay didn’t feel quite as embarrassed about her lack of footwear. And. Um. She just hoped he didn’t get into any trouble too. In part, for selfish reasons because he was standing near them, but also because he was a housemate and she… She didn’t want anyone else to hurt.
She tightened her hold of Emm’s hand now, wanting nothing more than to return back to their shared bed. This had to be a nightmare, right?
But Yoyo’s melodic voice pulled Kinsay out of her thoughts and she looked at the girl with fear written plainly all over her face. Was she alright? It was a complicated question. Still, she nodded. She’d be alright as long as she had her friends. That’s what mattered. That's all there was left. That’s what was most important.
She stepped a little closer to the girls, snapping her head back up only when Headmaster Rosier began his reprimand. What happened next, happened too quickly for her to process. There was a list. And it had her name. Her name, but not Teddy’s not Phoebe’s not Emm’s. Her entire world was turning upside down and the only thing she could do was cling right back to Emm. Emm who was protesting. Emm who was going to get herself into trouble for going against direct orders. She gave her friend a panicked look. Emm, stop! Emm they’ll take you too!
And then they did.
At the same time as she felt a hand grab her own arm, she saw a man take hold of Emm’s. And then she heard Yoyo's screech. And then the brain fuzz was taking over once more. Everything was happening so much. Kiz tugged the collar of her shirt, suddenly feeling very restricted and crowded by the fabric.
Not again. Not again. Not again.
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You are Lemon! |