6.
Brittany felt something cold on her face and
started screaming.
“Ahhh! Give me back my mask!”
The mask floated to the ground and got
trampled by the crowd.
Rich kids, seventeen and eighteen years old.
They’d never seen anything so scary. And this
was their classmate.
They all screamed and backed away.
They all screamed and backed away.
Brittany was instantly surrounded by empty
space.
That’s what she had done to me.
I was already messed up from the fire, and
Brittany kept showing everyone my scars.
Especially Cole, her boyfriend.
She made sure everyone saw me at my worst.
So this time, I’d give her a taste of her own
medicine.
Cole wasn’t doing much better.
He was the loudest of the bunch, sitting on
く
the floor, shaking.
I grabbed a random seat and said to Brittany,
“You need to smarten up. The Millers are a
famous family. Even if you’re scarred, you
shouldn’t be going out with a boyfriend who’s
scared of his own shadow.”
“I’m going to kill you!”
Her innocent act ruined, that ugly face
exposed to everyone.
Brittany lost it and charged at me.
I casually stuck my foot out and tripped her
on her burned thigh.
“Ah!”
Brittany’s leg buckled, and she fell face–first
onto Cole.
Her face smashed against Cole’s bones, and
she screamed like a pig.
“What’s all the noise? This whole floor can
hear your class!”
The principal stormed in, not knowing what
was going on.
“You two in the middle, stop making out! This
is a place for learning, not fooling around! I
want to see your parents here by lunchtime!”
He walked closer, got a good look at
Brittany’s face, and got a heart attack.
く
He was one of those guys who already had
heart problems.
Didn’t even get time to use his medication.
He just dropped like a rock.
That morning, there were a lot of cars coming
and going from the school.
A lot of people got taken away in
ambulances.
But it still wasn’t enough for me.
Last time, she used my burns to entertain her
friends.
This time, she felt it.