I look up, her wiry hands, crystal eyes. I blink and im back.
The fire, the screams, the thudding. The broken mirror, the running. The tears. The alarm bells, the letting go.
"Friday 13th", I sigh in a whisper "thats my story" and I crumble again...
"Becky, b-e-c-k-y-y-y", Penolpe screechs, I turn around. She 's running her mouse, brown hair in a ponytail. Swinging high, her coat is flapping behind her, she is laughing. "I finished it! I finished my book" she twirls around and cheers. A snarky bunch of 2nd years laugh carelessly. I beam "thats amazing! You're amazing!" she giggles "thanks, I finished it this morning!". I hesitate slightly "Friday the 13th? Isn't that a bit....you know..." "Becky", she sighs flinging her arms around me "stop being supersticious, its crap anyway. Friday the 13th is C-R-A-P. Anyway, I'll see you at lunch!", she starts to leap off. "Art Room Bathrooms?", I trail after. "I'll be there", she sings turning around and blowing me kisses.
I can't help shiver.
