My heart lurched, but with my superior intellect, I suspected this was another one of Margo's schemes. Again?
With a swift turn of my head, I glanced in the direction Margo was looking—left and slightly forward. I quickly snapped my head back. The glimpse was blurry, and I only saw a vague shape. The abrupt movement resulted in a sharp "crack" in my neck, a jolt of pain so intense I thought I wouldn't be able to move it for the rest of the night. Tears welled up at the thought.
Despite the blurred image, I was certain there was nothing there. I stared at Margo, waiting to see what she would say next. Rubbing my now-immobile neck, I thought, *Margo, if you don't apologize this time, you're in for it.*
Strangely, Margo continued to stare in the same direction, her expression slowly
