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The gym door creaked open.

“Quiet,” Mr. Shaw interrupted. He looked at the two girls. Marcela was bouncing on her heels now, all that intensity drained away into thirteen-year-old fidgeting. Ethel stood still, but there was a small smile at the corner of her mouth. casting marcela 13 y ethel 15 y

“You said you’d tell them,” Marcela said, her voice suddenly tight, younger. “At breakfast. You put your hand on mine and you said, ‘After school, I’ll tell them.’ But you didn’t. You walked right past the car.” The gym door creaked open