(Quinn's POV)
As soon as I reach my room, I straighten my clothes and fix my hair. I don’t want to tell the girls what happened. They will be furious. First, it'll be a lecture about my stupidity, that'll escalate into an argument. They think we should go back home before something bad happens.
I open the door and walk inside the room. Emmerson and Piper are sitting on the sofa watching the television. They turn to me as I close the door. When I look at them, they are gazing at me intently. “Did something else happen?” I ask tossing my bag on the table.
“No. What's that on your arm?” Piper asks, staring at my right forearm. I twist my arm to see what she's looking at and notice a thin scratch. s**t!
“Oh, I fell when I was trying to open the door. I must have scratched it on the key,
