Faceful of purple hair plus cry equals trouble exponent pitch. If math was this intuitive, I wouldn’t flunk.
I pushed Lainey’s hair out of my face, and held her straight while she regained her senses.
“Water,” she muttered.
Before she explained, hands pulled me away. Lainey fell on her bum, crushing the books we had dropped. I writhed to no avail. James and the bullies laughed as they dragged me away.
Minutes later and towel in hand, Lainey caught up with me.
“Next time you level up,” I said, climbing out of the pool, “put some points in Advance Warning.”
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