The new girl wore one of those whole body cloaks and long gloves, and a hood over her head.
She had a note from her parents.
Bobby says it was something about a skin condition.
“You’re so full of shit,” said Lisa. “It’s religious.”
Instead of gym, she read books in the library.
And she never ate lunch with us or rode the bus.
A black van dropped her off and picked her up.
Bobby said he’d try to see what she looked like.
Five minutes later, we found him in the hall.
Breathing heavy, eyes glazed, pale and cold.