ran out of the house, he

top! Please, what

ck inside, Maria. Or you' re fired. I am the futu

slumping in defeat. She backed

nt smirk on her face. She nudged my b

e of junk. Just as

ooked directly at her, my eyes holding hers. The rage inside

steady, a dead calm in t

lose what' s most

statement of fact. My knack, t

"Is that suppo

laugh. But her heel caught on a loose piece of

o a sharp, decorative piece of

a sicken

erself up, blood was pouring down her face. A deep, hideous gash r

red, frozen in