![]() “Bet she’s in the basement,” Jagger says. I feel like I’m going to pee myself, but suddenly, the guys hearing me laugh is the least of my worries. I place my hand over my chest, hoping no one can hear it. Shadows of footprints dance through the light, shining under the door, and my heart beats superfast. With my legs hugged to my chest, I scoot deeper into the closet, hiding myself among janitor buckets and mopheads. Especially if it came down to me or Maddie winning-they’d always choose her. ![]() These jerks will never let me have it, though. I want the win because I earned it, not because someone gave it to me. There are so many times they’d find Maddie first and pretend they didn’t see her, just so I didn’t win.Being the good friend she is, Maddie’s forfeited the loss more times than I can count, but it’s not the same. Of all the years playing hide-and-seek at the Aima Hall-a place where all our Society meetings are held-I've never won. The last to be found gets to pick our next game. ![]() “Caught ya,” I hear him say, and Jagger grumbles in defeat. I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh, but spurts of the concealed sound spit into my palm. ![]()
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