The blood gushed from my hand as I sighed in relief. The pain felt good. I quickly put a bandage on the cut.
clonk clonk
Footsteps, its Ana. I stashed the knife as fast as possible and put a book in my hand.
"Dinner, Torri," my adoptive mom told me. "I'm not that hungry," I replied.
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