It’s not like Ivy had wrapped her arms around me and stuck her tongue down my throat. She...
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“Clark,” Beouf called. “Snack time. Time to sit down.” “Yeah, Clark.” Billy mocked. “Go sit down.” Chaz threw...
“Clark! Look at me! I made a pony!” The block construction looked nothing like a horse. It was...
I licked my lips and faced Mrs. Beouf. .“The household cleaning sponge is based off the oceanic variety...
Chapter 46: Off-Center “This is our schedule,” Ivy told me pointing to the painter’s stick hot glued to the...
I started to itch just thinking about it. I did my best to ignore how disgusting I was...
Hand in hand in hand we walked out of the cafeteria and through the empty courtyard of Oakshire Elementary’s...
The second bite was easier. So was the third. My new teacher stopped eyeballing me, satisfied that I...
Chapter 44: The Most Traumatic Meal of the Day There’s a big difference between breakfast service and lunch time...
I could have stared holes in her. There was a deliberateness in how she ignored me, how she...