Nadine's P.O.V.
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"Oh honey," Aunt Claire cooed as she helped rush me out of the clubhouse. I was extremely thankful for that. I couldn't see a thing because of my tears, and they wouldn't stop coming.
"I-I-I'm not posion. I'm n-n-not. I-I'm not," I blubbered, repeating the words over and over again.
"Shhh, honey, it's okay," Aunt Claire kept saying the whole way back to my house. "You're right, you're not poison. Not at all, you sweet girl."
I wish I believed her. I wish this wasn't my life. I wish I would have just stayed locked in my room forever instead of fooling myself into thinking that I meant anything to anyone.
All I did was blubber while Aunt Claire guided me home. She helped me up the stairs to my bedroom. She sat me on my bed and started rum
