"You little brat!"
"Stop! Stop! Don't hurt him!" I cried, the searing pain in my back intensifying.
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Kevin and I were fighting for the only copy of Prisoner of Azkaban.
"Oh, don't fight. Read it together," Jina said, shaking her head as she walked away.
We huddled together under the blanket with a torch.
"It would be great if we could send Miss Milton to Azkaban," Kevin and I giggled.
The blanket was swiftly pulled away, and terror paralyzed us as the torch illuminated the woman's face—red with fury, a hockey stick gripped in her hand.
"Kevin! Run!" I pushed him away. She swung the hockey stick, and the next thing I heard was my bones breaking.
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"Mila."
Killian's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked at him.
I stopped breathing. Memories f
