Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.
I know you__e in there, Mercedes,_ Faye says. __ can see your dirty Converse shoes. You really should get a new pair.___id you see it?_ I croak. __f you saw it, you probably saw a lot more of me. You probably shouldn__ be seen talking to me. And I should probably switch schools.___hat__ the thing,_ Faye says, stopping right outside the stall door and rapping on the metal with her fist.__hat__ the thing?_ I say, pushing my shoe against the toilet paper dispenser, making no move to let her in.__ never was any good at doing what people tell me.__nd like that, her head appears under the stall door, followed by her body. She pulls herself in and wipes her hands on her jeans.I raise my eyebrows. __ou know how disgusting that floor is?_ I say. __anitorial service at this school leaves a lot to be desired.__he cocks her head and puts her hands on her hips. She looks like what I imagine a stern parent would look like, not that I know from experience. I wonder if she got that posture from Lydia.__irst of all, you didn__ let me in, so I had no choice.
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I know you__e in there, Mercedes,_ Faye says. __ can see your dirty Converse shoes. You really should get a new pair.___id you see it?_ I croak. __f you saw it, you probably saw a lot more of me. You probably shouldn__ be seen talking to me. And I should probably switch schools.___hat__ the thing,_ Faye says, stopping right outside the stall door and rapping on the metal with her fist.__hat__ the thing?_ I say, pushing my shoe against the toilet paper dispenser, making no move to let her in.__ never was any good at doing what people tell me.__nd like that, her head appears under the stall door, followed by her body. She pulls herself in and wipes her hands on her jeans.I raise my eyebrows. __ou know how disgusting that floor is?_ I say. __anitorial service at this school leaves a lot to be desired.__he cocks her head and puts her hands on her hips. She looks like what I imagine a stern parent would look like, not that I know from experience. I wonder if she got that posture from Lydia.__irst of all, you didn__ let me in, so I had no choice.
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