Sisters of Blood and Spirit. Kady Cross

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      Incident. Somehow it didn’t have the same punch as “attempted suicide.”

      I was one of those teenagers categorized as a problem or “troubled.” I got it. Last year I was troubled, and I had lots of problems. The biggest one of which was that I let myself believe the people who called me crazy, and I stopped believing in Wren.

      So, yeah. I was messed up and I did some things that I really regret doing. Things that I refused to think about as I made my way down the hallway to the main staircase near the office.

      I had to check in with the guy at the desk and tell him who I was. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he already knew. He pointed at the waiting area and told me to have a seat. Principal Grant would be with me in a minute.

      A few seconds later a guy sat down in an empty chair across from mine. He was tall and lean, wearing jeans and a gray shirt. He had a young Keanu/Ezra Miller thing going on. Very cute, despite having a bit of a black eye.

      “Rough morning?” I asked.

      He grinned as he slouched in his chair. Yeah, he was really cute, even though he seemed surprised that I had spoken to him. “This?” He pointed to his eye. “This was yesterday. You should see the other guy.”

      Corny, too. I smiled back. “If it happened yesterday why are you here?”

      He lifted his chin toward Principal Grant’s office. “Waiting.”

      I was saved from trying to figure out something witty to say by the opening of the principal’s door. A girl a year or so younger than me walked out. She took one look at Keanu and her brown eyes narrowed. The resemblance was obvious. She tossed her long, straight hair. “What are you doing here?”

      He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m supposed to take you home.”

      The girl glanced at me, and for a second her eyes widened. Then she smirked at her brother. “I can go back in if you want to wait a little longer.”

      What was that supposed to mean? Keanu’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t look away from her. And he didn’t look impressed. “Let’s go.”

      She flashed that smirk at me before flouncing past. Her brother gave me an apologetic look. “Sorry you have to follow that.”

      I laughed. “And here I was feeling bad for you.”

      He smiled. “See you around, I guess.”

      I nodded, and he was gone.

      The door to the principal’s office opened again. “Miss Noble, please come in.”

      Principal Grant was about six feet tall and imposing. I wouldn’t call her pretty, but she had an interesting face and curly dark hair. I was nervous as I crossed the threshold into her office.

      “It’s only your second day back, Miss Noble,” she said as she closed the door behind me. “It’s not good that you’re in my office already.”

      “I didn’t do anything,” I told her.

      She gestured to a stiff-backed chair in front of her desk. “Sit, please.”

      I did.

      She sat down behind the desk and folded her hands on the top. She looked like a judge with her black suit and severe expression. I tried to keep my attention focused solely on her. “You were allowed to return to this school because of your grandmother’s ties to the community and her promise that you wouldn’t be any trouble. Are you going to make her break that promise?”

      The mention of Nan yanked on my temper. “I didn’t do anything.”

      “Then why did a young man have to leave school after an altercation with you?”

      My eyebrows shot up. “What?”

      She wasn’t buying it. “Do not play coy with me, young lady. What did you say to Andrew?”

      “He was the one doing all the talking,” I replied hotly. “He insinuated that I was a lesbian, and then he made every joke he could at my expense. I told him to shut up. Then the fire alarm went off and we all left the room. Ask Roxi Taylor. I was with her the whole time.” Except for those few minutes with Wren...

      “I will,” Principal Grant promised. And then she surprised me. “He called you lesbian?”

      I shrugged. Again, I tried to keep my gaze focused on her, and not what was behind her. “A dyke. He was just being a jerk.”

      “I take that sort of harassment very seriously, Miss Noble. This school has zero tolerance for bullying.”

      “When did that happen?” I asked before I could stop myself. “Because it certainly didn’t the last time I was here.”

      She looked embarrassed. “That was before I took over as principal.” Yeah, she’d been the vice principal then. “Things are different now, I promise you. If Andrew returns to school, he won’t speak to you in that manner again.”

      If? Huh. “You kicking him out for picking on me won’t make my life any easier. I don’t care if he comes back, so long as he leaves me alone.”

      Ms. Grant stared at me for a few seconds—enough to make me nervous. “I’ll take that under advisement. You’d better get back to class.”

      That was it? “Okay.” I stood up and made for the door.

      “Oh, Miss Noble?”

      I stopped, hand on the doorknob, and turned. “Yeah?” Don’t look. Don’t look.

      “Victim or instigator, I don’t want to see you in my office again. Am I understood?”

      I nodded. “No offense, Principal Grant, but I don’t want to see you again, either.”

      Or the ghost of the former principal standing behind her, his brains blown all over the wall.

      * * *

      “What did you do to Andrew?”

      I glanced up as Roxi fell into step beside me on the walk home that day. My heart gave a little skip. After my “talk” with Principal Grant I was paranoid that everyone was out to lynch me.

      “Nothing.”

      “Okay, what did your sister do to Andrew?”

      Huh. Grant hadn’t thought to ask me that.

      “Nothing permanent,” Wren answered from her place beside me. She had changed clothes since this morning and was wearing a long boho skirt, peasant blouse and a floppy hat. Her feet were bare. Who needed shoes when your feet didn’t actually touch anything?

      I was going to miss shoes when I died.

      I barely looked at the living girl walking beside me. “I don’t know what you’re СКАЧАТЬ