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Greta tried to shake the memory away, smiling at Ash as he
thumbed through the social studies textbook. They didn’t
speak as they moved to their French class. Half an hour into
the lesson, the principal made an announcement over the
pa system, calling all classes to the gym for a school-wide

pep rally. The senior boys’ basketball team was headed to
regionals the next day. “Bring your school spirit!” he crooned.
Ash arched an eyebrow at Greta and visually dismantled
the pa speaker. “Let’s stand near the door,” he whispered.
“Five minutes in, we both have to go to the bathroom—for
a long time.”
Greta followed at his shoulder to the gym, ushered by
Madame Dubois and her hawk eyes. Through the double
doors, some of the class broke off to fill the small spaces in

the bleachers. Other students sat along the sides of the court
or leaned against the wall. Ash staked out the exit, the gym
teacher standing sentry. Greta felt Ash’s arm twitch against
hers. A pep rally of any kind would be water torture for Ash,

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