Chapter 20: Mr. Thompson's Request

Clara's POV

The hallway was loud the way it always was after the last bell—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking on linoleum.

"Clara."

Megan was already leaning against the wall beside my locker, arms crossed, holding a small makeup bag against her chest.

"What?" I said.

"Avery's doing a thing t...

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