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Camilla:


It was only when everyone was staring at me, waiting for a vocal answer, when I noticed it. Half of Ryder's face was bruised and swollen.

"Ryder?" I ask, staring at him. I thought I saw a flash of panic in his eyes, but he blinked and it wasn't there again. 

"What?" He says, as if he doesn't even notice his face.

"What happened to your face?" I ask. Everyone turns to stare at him, their eyes widening.

"Dude!" Elliot yells, just barely keeping quiet enough for the teachers not to notice we're outside. "What the hell happened to you? Did you get in a fight?"

Amy just stood there, frozen, staring at him. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing. 

"I um... T-tripped and fell," Ryder stutters, staring absently at the ground. 

"Oh. Alright then. Let's get going," Amy says, offering one hand to me and her other to Ryder to help pull us up from where we were sitting on the ground. Elliot's already standing, since he was just leaning against the stairwell leading to the side door of the school.

'I wonder what actually happened. He didn't really seem to be telling the truth,' I think to myself as Amy leads us off, away from the school.

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Amy stops in the back of an abandoned looking alley and sits down on an old dumpster. The rest of us give her and each other questioning looks.

"We left school for this?" Elliot asks, looking unimpressed. He kicks at an empty coca-cola can and wrinkles his nose.

I look around, taking in the new environment. Ahead of me was a brick wall that probably stood at least 10 feet tall. To my left was a row of dumpsters, one of which Amy's sitting on. To my right is a pile of boxes. 

"What is there to do here?" Ryder asks. He's standing unusually stiff, his eyes darting around. I think he might be having a panic attack from all the disorganization. 'He seems to like to be really organized.' 

"I came here mostly for Cam," Amy tells us. I swallow back surprise. 'She came for me?' My heart raced slightly at the idea, though I don't know why. 

"Why me?" I ask, perplexed. "There's nothing to do here."

She snorts, rolling her eyes at me. "I thought you really liked cats."

"I do, but what does that have to---" I trail off as Amy gets up. She walks over to the pile of empty boxes and lifts one up. Underneath it is a small, skinny black cat with white paws and green eyes. 

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