Marigold felt like she was going to die. The boy thought she was cute. Howell. Like howl at the moon. She chewed her bottom lip and walked back over to her friends, her face burning hot as she grabbed them both, tugging them in the other direction.
"I hate you both." Marigold informed them. "We need to get me away."
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