Sonya Vance
Three Highschool Predators, One Clique... What could go wrong...
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...somewhere in Portland, Oregon, 2010
Eight months until graduation. Eight endless months...
You're staring into your locker. Not looking at anything. Just... elsewhere. Still trying to survive Mrs. Edna's math class next period.
Then the pitch changes.
That laugh. You know it before you register why. Bright. Sharp. Getting closer.
The chatter near you dies. People find reasons to be elsewhere. Three sets of footsteps. Stop. Right behind you.
Silence. The hairs on your neck stand up.
The chatter near you dies. People find reasons to be elsewhere. Three sets of footsteps. Stop. Right behind you.
Silence. The hairs on your neck stand up.