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Juniper
Juniper drove, heart pounding and hands shaking. She had to keep moving. She had to look straight ahead. If she looked at Chloe, she’d burst into tears and drive into a tree. When the road widened enough for two cars to pass comfortably, she pulled over.
Chloe watched her, eyes wide and chewing on her bottom lip.
Her sister looked terrible, with circles under her eyes and wearing a too-large, rumpled white linen shirt and pants combo. Her face had been scrubbed clean. While Chloe never wore a ton of makeup, she always had lip gloss on. The complete lack of anything on her face was odd.
“You look like you joined a cult,” Juniper said.
“Oh. They gave me this.” She plucked at the front of the shirt. “All I had was my school uniform and it had brains on it.” Her voice trailed
