I can’t even remember if that day was the one where I discovered that Raine Forrest had a certain crinkle whenever she walked- apparently she’d given far too many false flags for Mrs. Brollish’s patience and was being punished- or whether that happened a day or two before. What I do remember was that I HAD to gossip to someone about it, and Beouf and Zoge seemed like poor choices.
Tracy and I had a good laugh about it, but when you’ve got really good gossip, it’s just begging to be spread amongst as many friends as possible.
“Janet!” I said walking into her room that afternoon. “Janet you gotta hear this!” “I’m almost a hundred percent sure that Raine is wea-?” I stopped. Janet was at her desk, face buried in her hands. The pile of crumpled tissues showed that she’d been crying.
