?School had kind of returned to somewhat normal. Which for Kim meant History and English in the morning, and mopping and inventory in the afternoon.

  ?She hadn't seen Sarah all week. And Macy and Adam had stopped sleeping over. Sam had left. And with her, the bad energy she brought.

  ?“I miss Sam,” Macy said as they were heading to class. “I mean, don't get me wrong. The fewer man-eating monsters the better. But it's been almost a week and I haven't had to make lesbian or eating disorder cracks at anyone. It's cramping my style.”

  ?Kim felt amazing. She had stopped taking all that slop Jill had been forcing on her. Since she moved to meat, just meat, she felt alive. She walked the halls like a predator stalking. She wasn't afraid of the Wendigo. In fact, deep down, she was looking for it.

  ?“Seriously, what does a girl have to do to get some attention from a bully around here?” Macy continued to complain. “I may have to join the D&D club!” she said with mock horror.

  ?“Oh yeah? What would you play?” Adam asked with a sort of snort at the idea. He had come back to himself as well. Maybe even a little better. Though he still found it difficult to talk about what happened.

  ?Macy cocked her head and smirked. “Now, now, don't get your hopes up. I'm not that desperate... yet!”

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  ?Macy hugged Kim as they separated to their respective classes. She had accepted Kim's silence, much like she did Adam’s. She talked enough for the three of them.

  ?When she and Adam parted ways, she started to her homeroom. On her way, she heard a commotion. Someone was slammed against a locker.

  ?“I'm just looking for my friend! I wasn't rude!” A familiar voice echoed down the hall. “What does a grade have to do with it?”

  ?Macy came onto the scene and saw Sarah with one of Sam's friends. She had shoved the girl into a locker.

  ?“Oh, Canada,” she muttered to herself. “I guess I need to be careful what I ask for.”

  ?“Sarah!” she exclaimed. Not sure how she felt about intervening to help someone she knew more than deserved to be shoved against a locker.”

  ?Sarah turned to see Macy. “I'm sorry,” she said, managing to sound menacing while saying it. “This was the third person I asked and she said she didn't talk to Grade 9s! I don't even know what that is!”

  ?Macy smirked. “That's Shannon. She's a vapid whore,” she offered in defiance, turning to Shannon. “You have to forgive her. She's, Canadian, they take politeness very seriously there.”

  ?Shannon made a noise and left, much to Macy's disappointment.

  ?“Wow” she turned back to face Sarah with a cocked eyebrow and a half smile. “So welcome to high school,” she said. “Now, I don't know how they do things up in the Great White North. But here, that’s not really kosher.”

  ?Sarah gave her a confused look. “What’s kosher?”

  ?“Oh boy…” She sighed and put her face into Sarah's. “You make a better friend than an enemy.” She held her finger up and pinched the thumb and forefinger together until they were almost touching. “By about this much.”

  ?“I still don't get it.”

  ?Macy smiled and took her hand. “I know. Come on, let's find your grown-up. What's one more missed class?”

  “I like you.” She said following dutifully at her side.

  “Of course you do, I'm a delight.”