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MILTON’S PROM QUEEN & KING
CLAUDIA
Don’t trust them, any of them … that strange, familiar voice whispered inside my brain.
Who are you? I wondered, but the voice was silent. I felt foolish talking to myself. I moved to an area where I could be alone.
In the distance, I caught sight of Rachel and her girlfriends glaring at me. I clenched my jaw in dread. Now what? Michael was still standing in the same place; all the chaperones seemed to be chatting and entertaining themselves in their own way.
There was a spot at the edge of the ballroom where potted plants had been placed for decoration. Luckily, there was also a space where I could slide behind one and have privacy.
It was dark and a little bit dusty. I jumped when I felt the sticky thread of a spiderweb tickle my bare arm. The
