CHAPTER EIGHT
H
ow do you know that?” Mo's eyes looked like saucers they were opened so wide.
Fib, how can you be so stupid? Was I going crazy? How had I been so hesitant to tell my mother about seeing Death, yet here I was telling Mo as if she could understand? What if she tells someone?
“I don’t get what you mean,” she said, sounding afraid. “Aaron’s going to die?”
It was too late to go back now, so I nodded. “I had a vision about him...”
Mo laughed, beating the table with both hands, causing our classmates to stare. She wasn’t done torturing me, I could tell by the way she was biting her lip. I folded my arms, eyebrows arched, waiting.
“Sorry, but since when did you become a prophet?” she asked, and glanced around the canteen. She whispered, “You don’t even go to church!”
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