Cynthia Dion:

I walked out of the school, with Mara following me in silence. She hadn't uttered a word since the hallway incident, so I was hopeful she would finally respond once we were alone.

"Okay, start explaining!" I demanded, dropping my bag on the ground without caring that it might need cleaning when I got home.

"I don't know what to say when you're giving me that judgmental look," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Mara, it's not that simple. This ...