Chapter 17 FUCKING DOG

OLIVE’S P.O.V

Despite my shouting, the girls refused to budge. “I don’t want to hear anything,” I snapped. “Let me out of this classroom this instant, or I’m reporting this to Mrs. Schnapps.”

A faint smile played on Anita’s lips as she glanced at the girls guarding the door, then gestured toward the...

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