"Do you need help with Bio today?"
He scares me by sneaking up behind me at my locker and my Biology textbook almost falls out and crushes me under the weight of its useless rows of words and diagrams. I spin around and face him.
"Look," I say. "I don't want to talk about that night. I don't want to talk about the fire or what happened to me, and I don't want to go back to the past. Unless you want to tell me what happened to you, Benedict, because I know something did."
He steps backwards and staggers under the force of my words. Then he walks away.
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clean
Dla nastolatkówAll Anette wants is to forget. Benedict wants her to be clean. She's not sure the two are synonymous.
