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"Isis -!"

I hang up, and slither down the corridor with the grace of an oiled sidewinder Suht, and I crouch and ito find out these locks are h school There’s no way I’iant GAME OVER in their heads

Thankfully, Isis Blake is not most people

I pull as many blood packets as I can out of h with the janitor calls into the same bathroom for me My heart jackrabbits around in my throat and I squeeze out the last feords as quick as I can I hear her footsteps about to turn the corner just as I ja into my pack and skid around the opposite one

She squints, her eyesight obviously bad, but she can’t see the wall I defaced - parallel to the s - froes back the way she caas full blast and beat her to the front door, taking the steps two at a tiht air washes et rid of it, and it’ll have been a glorious adventure all for naught But if she skips it over, then toh and reinstate h is so fa that all I can think about is it – just it Just my victory, just my near-busted status, just the retribution a pervy scuet if anyone other than hiht not convince anyone fully, but it’ll breed doubt in their ht, I don’t need any parties to keep away the yawning chas – pure immature, stupid, recklessness I wash fake blood off e, laughing undercrazier, and I don’t kno to stop it

I don’t kno to stop this horrible darkness fro to help o to the Rho Alpha Alpha party anyway, because it’s become habit Because it’s who I am noho I alas Who I used to be Because once upon a time I was a stupid fourteen-year-old who drank and smoke and spat with the best of the to look cool back then, because when you’re huge people only see how huge you are and forget you’re a person with feelings, but if you’re huge and you party you’re a little cooler than not cool at all, letting they) makes you a little cooler than not cool at all

I look around at the faces in the party, skinny and tan and glittery with ood-looks, and I know they’d be the first to call me fatso if I was the old me They smile at me now, Heather and Livy and Tessa sly so fast, if I was the old me They don’t like me for who I a to make them fit in the spaces left behind and I hate myself, I hate that they left le person here and I don’t even know them

Kieran comes up to me, a coke and rum in hand His frown is obvious, but I srace of an alcoholic h "Do you kno et aith shitty stuff? Ito him I just sped the process up a bit"

"You put a brick on the gas pedal," He corrects

"I put a brick on the gas pedal," I cheerfully agree and sip coke "God bless America"

Kieran waits for a lull in the music before he speaks "My sister used to pull crazy stunts like you"

"Used to?"

"She’s in a mental hospital, now"

"Awful place," I say "Really sorry You should bust her out"

He stares at

"Well, if you won’t, I will"

"You don’t have to save everyone, Isis"

His words tripanyone," I say carefully Kieran shakes his head