Chapter 7

At lunchtime, Dailey had planned on sitting with Toni. She'd been looking forward to it. But she saw Drake waving his index finger in her direction, beckoning her over. 

She slouched over to him, dragging her feet, and looking down to indicate her lack of interest in playing whatever game he was planning.

"Chop chop," he encouraged, clapping his hands.

His friends exchanged glances and whispers, confused by her presence in their tight-knit group of weirdos. Their clique usually hung out and ate lunch in the courtyard by the steps, far away from everyone else, a fact she was glad for today. 

"Get on all fours," Drake demanded. 

'Why?' Dailey wondered in a panic. 'What are you going to do to me?'

When he began to click his fingers repeatedly in her face she complied, tutting as grit and stones lodged into the soft flesh of her p