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I feel terror everywhere.
I try to stop myself. Not now, I say in my head. Save it for the truth serum. Save that one pressing secret for then; at least I'd get to live for a few more weeks.
Then what to say? I wrack my brain helplessly, trying to find another hidden truth. Something not too big yet big enough.
The initiates are staring, expectantly. Bianca taps her fingers on her leg, alluding to a loss of patience. Think, I yell at myself.
Minutes press on as I sit without speaking. My audience is bored. And if I don't move fast enough, they'll be glad to say that to my face.
When I finally grasp something, my nerves calm a bit. I clear my throat before speaking.
"When I was younger," Too shaky, try harder. This shouldn't be difficult, it's just a silly childhood memory. I regain my breath. "I would rip the pages out of the books they'd make me read. In protest to their ways. I'd always lie-" I cringe at the word, "And say that something happened by accident. In reality I just hated the Erudite and wanted to show them up."
Done. That shouldn't have been hard, but my heaviest secret is still weighing me down. The one I will carry for as long as I can.
Everyone's attention had been lost by my dumb story. Mara gives me a 'really?' look. I just shrug.
Bianca turns to the girl beside me. "Next," she announces, and it continues like this for the rest of the way around.
Mara walks up to me after training, as I'm leaving the room. "Hey Book-Murderer!" She grabs my shoulder and laughs. I turn to face her and give her a joking glare. "Yeah you, the badass."
"At least I'm not a hopeless romantic like you!" I smirk. She shoves me.
Syl joins us, hands up. "Whoah ladies," he laughs. "Take it easy, over there."
"Well if we break each other you can just blame your little sister for it." I banter.
"That was one time!" He raises his finger in mock protest. Abbey comes from behind him.
"Still make you hard-core!" She giggles and elbows him. Her brown eyes are warm and filled with humor.
"Nobody's as tough as Harvey," Mara teases. "That kids like the epitome of badass mofo."
We all laugh. "Yes!" I exclaim, "As manly as a porcelain doll."
Abbey holds her hands in front of her face to mock Harvey. "Oh please!" She fake gasps. "Turn on the light! The dark, I can't take it!"
We crack-up as we walk down the hall to the cafeteria. In that moment, I can almost forget my hidden secret.
Almost.