The hallway was thick with the scent of floor wax and teenage anxiety, but as Sera and Amy marched forward, the air seemed to sour. Students who had been laughing and chatting by their lockers suddenly went quiet, sensing the collision that was about to happen.
Sera was practically vibrating with rage. Her perfect manicure was curled into tight fists, and her eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept since the night of the accident. She stopped just inches away from Isla’s face, her breath coming in hot, angry puffs.
"You!" Sera shrieked, her voice cracking and echoing against the high ceilings. "How did you do it, Isla? How did you get out of that suit? You were supposed to be in there! You were the mascot! And now, because of your little disappearing act, Claudia is lying in a hospit
