MILLICENT
The air in Silverfang on Monday morning felt almost unnatural in its calm, like the fire of gossip and chaos had finally burned itself out.
Hallways that were usually crowded and loud on school days had suddenly subdued. Even the usual loud pack of boys by the staircase had toned it down. It wasn’t peace exactly, it was the just quiet that comes when everyone’s too busy cramming for exams to bother about new gossips or drama.
Sandra was nowhere. Not a single flash of her shiny hair in the hallways, not even the faint trace of her perfume. It was as if she’d been swallowed by the building.
Fiona noticed it too. When we passed the empty row of lockers that used to be Sandra’s stage, she elbowed me lightly as a grin appeared on across her lips.
“Seems my cousin in hiding,” Fio
