SANDRA
"I swear to the Goddess, if that Millicent Sawyer b***h breathes near me one more time, I’m going to rip her lungs out and hang them on a goddamn tree."
Taylor giggled beside me like I just recited the finest poetry ever written. Of course she did. She lived for this kind of drama. We were sitting on a flat rock near the edge of the stream, my boots were off, soaking my toes in freezing water from all the stupid dirt viewing we did this morning.
"Seriously though," I went on, snapping a twig in half imagining it was her stupid neck. "who the hell does she think she is? Walking around like she’s some tragic protagonist from a cursed love novel. Ew."
"Mmm," Cassie, a new follower of mine, hummed, twisting her gum around her finger. She was in Group D but loyal enough to spy when n
