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Grace

People are always telling me I’m an old soul

I’ve never really understood what they ht this very moment

I’h school seniors who I’ve known since our first day of kindergarten at Bright Horizons Academy in Beacon Hill There are five of us—and I’htly besidea bottle of vodka tucked under his letter to hold irls, who are also staggering andfit

Suddenly I’h the eyes of future Grace Future Grace is wearing a wool cardigan, sipping tea and shaking her head at et into these situations withI was home And the truth is—I don’t know

I don’t kno they convincedhere Not because we’re so-class neighborhood, so different from Beacon Hill But because we’re here to make trouble

If I had to guess why I’ve tagged along, preparing to enter an underground fight club nicknamed the Hellmouth, it’s because I’m expected to be here I always do what I’hter, aren’t I, with my four point six GPA and oes for o where they decide because…they’re arten If I didn’t have them, I would be a loner

Why does being alone suddenly sound infinitely h heels?

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask Collier over my shoulder

The girls roll their eyes

“Here we go again Grace is here to ruin our fun,” sings Bianca

“I’ the dark underpass up ahead Apparently that is where the entrance to the Hellht, but…I don’t know if it’s a good idea to si around challenges Why don’t we just get an Uber back to Beacon?”