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she had wholeheartedly planned to be there early, had wholeheartedly believed she’d be there to babysit as she always was. she’d gotten ready, she remembers that much. but suddenly it’s morning and she’s in the woods. perhaps more alarmingly: she’s covered in blood. fear overwhelms her, she has no idea what’s going on. gaze drops to her leg, where there had been a bite from an animal just days ago. she remembers being attacked, she remembers it, and yet her leg is fine. no bite. no trace of anything ever happening.

the only place she can think to go is dustin’s place. because maybe, just maybe, she did actually babysit. maybe she went and it was fine and somehow she ended up in the woods covered in blood after she babysat jason., was that any better? no, maybe not. still, she couldn’t think of any other place to go. 

Colby: Mon dieu…Colby: Steve?Colby: Are you okay?Colby: Do I need to bring you fluids? A blanket? A bucket? A thermometer?Colby: I would offer to bring you soup but somehow I think that might make it worse.

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     Today was just not Benny’s day. Her normal route to school was blocked by construction, causing her to have to take the long way and be twenty minutes late to first period. When a hall monitor found her without a hall pass, they issued her a detention slip. And, finally, her locker was jammed. Usually, Benny was a very patient person--- however, it was only 8 o’clock in the morning, and she was already on the verge of screaming.

     So, she used her gift to open her locker. Benny took a step back, held out her hands, and forced them to the right. Only, it wasn’t just her locker that opened, but the whole row of lockers in front of her. Her head falls in her hands and she takes a deep breath before exhaling with a sigh and begins to close the other lockers by hand.

     crap. here he comes—— dustin, the biggest bully in caleb’s grade.       he wishes he wasn’t such a scaredy-cat, but being the raging       introvert that he is, he finds it hard to avoid these incidents, or fight      back, for that matter. he could run away, but the boy knows that would      result in a physically beat-down after school, by the custodian’s warehouse.      no, if he just stayed put, the abuse would only be verbal, which wouldn’t      hurt as badly. 

          “Worried about me?” He’s trying to laugh it off, act as if Elliot even suggesting that he’s worried is some form of a joke. It’s not like he’s used to having people be worried about him, or at least, if they are, he doesn’t know anything about it. “Elliot, there’s no reason to be worried, I’m fine. I’m about as okay and fine as a person could get.” What a liar he is. 

    Dustin could try to laugh it off all he wanted - it didn’t erase the concerned crease between Elliot’s eyebrows. He could also claim that he was fine - it didn’t affect the fact that Elliot could clearly see he wasn’t fine. But Elliot wasn’t going to push the boy.