SANDRA
Three days ago I was standing in that stupid bathroom with the cracked mirror, passing orders to the gang leader auntie had connected me to. That's when I heard someone trip over something at the door. My eyes snapped to the crack under the stall door and sure enough, a shadow slipped away. I wasn’t stupid. Whoever it was had been listening.
I pushed out of the bathroom so fast the door nearly smacked the wall, because I didn’t like being spied on, not by anyone, and especially not when I was making plans for Millicent's damnation.
The hall was quiet, and I caught sight of hair bouncing, a girl’s frame hurrying down the turn. Fiona. Of course it had to be Fiona.
I followed on silent feet, keeping distance. She was rushing, until she disappeared into one of the classrooms. I li
