Ms Grimm stands in front of my bed, holding my defaced LOSERS’ routine between her thumb and forefinger as if it might carry something contagious. Uh-oh. The other girls flee the dorm to begin morning exercises. “It’s my, um, routine sheet.” &...
I fling myself behind the curtains, aware I’m now visible to anyone in the garden. The material clings to me and I’m convinced the Voices will spot the black velvet me-statue the minute they enter the room. “Do you think they’ve gone?” Deep Voice is disturbingly close. &nb...