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“What are we doing here?” she asked, oblivious to the
fact that Greta was about to wet her pants. “Are you trying to
give me flashbacks?”
“You went to this school?”
“For a year. Then whats-his-face expelled me. Mr. Fletcher.
Is he still around?”
Greta shook her head no.
“That’s good. That guy liked kids a little too much, if you

know what I mean.” She looked at Greta’s face. “You okay?”
Greta shook her head again. “I need to do something,
for…” For what again? “…closure.” It came out as a croak.
“But I’m not sure now. What if it makes things worse?”
“Do what you need to, girl,” Alice said as she walked
toward the door, Greta still immobilized behind her. “And
why am I here?” ADVANCE READING COPY

Greta caught up with her, nearly stepping on her suede
boots. “Can you just stand beside me? And don’t ask any
questions.” The last thing she wanted was to explain the
whole ugly story to Alice in the middle of the hallway at West
Edmonton High.
Alice looked puzzled for a second, shrugged, then
swung open the door. “fyi, I’m pretty good with spray
paint too.”
“It’s not that kind of closure. Follow me.” In the foyer,

the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. “We need to get to
the second floor, by the chem lab.”
Alice matched her steps to Greta’s. As they strode
past the office, Alice gave the finger to the Visitors Report

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