"Bella. If you are involved you must tell us now." Miss Stretch stated firmly.
"You'll be in less trouble if you just come clean."
She was wearing brown tights with a black dress. Brown tights with a black dress. Did she dress herself in the dark? She caught my eyes surveying her, so I stared at the carpet. Brown again- with blotches. Eyes looking up at me, squinting and laughing at me. Cruel snarls and glances, teeth bared and ready. The pack is watching.
"Bella- this is a serious incident. I will need to report it if you don't speak up."
"It was all Megan," my pulse quickened and my irises diluted, spiralling within my wide wide eyes, as I watched her Miss Stretch's jaw slowly drop to the ground.
"Megan? Megan who?" she frowned at me.
I could almost hear the cogs moving in her head as she questioned my answer. I knew that face. I licked my lips and swallowed. A fog seemed to be surrounding me, getting thicker and thicker with every moment I waited.
"Megan. Just Megan."
She paused for a moment and looked at me, as if she was trying to figure out the best way to tell me something.
"There is no Megan at this school."
Miss Stretch stood up and looked me straight in the eye.
"I will not have you lie to me Bella."
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Finding Megan
Short StoryIrresistible, that's what she was. She had that thing- that thing you can't fake. You know the type? They walk in a room and all eyes are glued to them. Like they're a magnet or something and we're all hopelessly pulled in by the force. Collateral d...
