No matter how well you think you know someone in this world, you can never tell what's going on inside their head.
Violet had thought Yana Turner was just an ordinary girl. Average. Violet had thought she was like her: a girl who would rather watch Netflix than do her homework, would rather eat a cheeseburger rather than worry about fitting into some Haute fashion. She had thought Yana was her friend.
Violet knew nothing.
They were sitting in their beds, studying. Yana looked up at her over the top of her physics textbook and smiled when she caught Violet's eye.
'I know what you are,' Violet thought, and then hastily looked back down at her homework. Violet was wondering whether she could read her mind. She had no idea what Yana could or couldn't do.
It had been two weeks since Viole
