Closing the broom closet door, I escape.
I hear a girl’s whisper in the dark. “Don’t scream, I’m hiding too.”
“Bullies?” I ask.
“Mean girls,” she answers.
Standing, stomachs churning with frisson, our fingers brush and interlock at our sides.
“It’s ok,” we say together.
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