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Hazel

I force a beam back at sweet perfect Monica as we walk side by side down the corridor. Her tray clinks softly, the wrong shade of brown swirling in Mr. Blackwood’s cup. My chest aches with the weight of what I almost did.

I could’ve let her crash and burn. I could've let her serve him that sweetened garbage and watch his eyes sharpen like knives but no—I couldn’t do it. I couldn't be the vil