Fable didn’t sleep that night.

By the time the sun came over the horizon, she still hadn’t slept. That's how her friends found her.

“Is she okay?” Violet asked.

Fable groaned from where she lay upside down on top of her bed.

Kenzie stood over Fable’s groaning form with a frown. “Either you go brush your hair yourself, or I will do it for you.”

Fable didn’t move as she played dead.

“You asked ...