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By Friday afternoon, Makayla had made up her mind; she was telling Henry that she was quitting school, even before the incident that sealed her decision. Her finger moved to her swollen lip as she waited in the front office across from the receptionist who kept eyeing her. She gently touched the inside of her lip with her tongue; at least she didn’t taste blood anymore.
Her luck had run out during lunch about an hour before. Alicia and her two friends had cornered her in the central area where most of the kids hung out during lunch. There were a scattering of picnic tables bolted to the ground and benches lining the covered walkways that quickly filled. She had found a place near the outer building which contained the band room and some of the science classes.
She cursed when she adj
