Maisie
"Not on that scale, no," Regina said, eyeing me strangely. And then she sniffed me. "Hey, is that a new cologne... Oh! Eewwwww! Oh my goodness!" She waved in front of me. "Hell no. Do I even want to know?"
Everyone within a five-mile radius probably already knew what we were talking about. With a heavy sigh of defeat, I dropped my hand and gave up on covering Jenny's mouth.
I had finally transcended the plane of embarrassment.
Jenny scrambled closer instantly, her eyes glittering with morbid curiosity. She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, now conscious of the students milling around.
"I only have one question," she said. "Actually, I am speaking on behalf of the entire student body and half Ashbourne. What kind of position takes out a roof?"
Worry knotted my stomach, staring at my hands as we walked. "The kind that makes rifts," I whispered.
