"look who put a curse on you
a curse so bad it cursed me too"
- break the curse, andrew w. k.
One second, she was Mallory Drake, texting her boyfriend Bennett Gold under her desk and ignoring her civics teacher. And then…
She wasn't.
Suddenly, she was Mal, just Mal, and she was angry. Everything came back, playing on the back of her eyelids like the world's most depressing movie. She remembered her mother and she remembered her family (Jay, Carlos, Evie) and she remembered that awful island, full of kids like her with bad parents and too much power for them to know what to do with. And, god, she was angry.
Then there was screaming and running. The girl beside her dashed out of the classroom at the same time that their teacher sank to the ground in a sobbing ball. People were calling each other's names in the hall. There was a boy in the back of her class who was shouting vague threats. Mallory would have been afraid.
Disgusted with the girl she had been, Mal dropped her phone to the floor.
Bennett was typing. Mal didn't care about it as much as she had a minute ago. Her mind was fit to burst with thoughts of the classmates she had thought she hated.
Evelyn was probably in the art room. Jahar was probably in the gym. And Carson had to be in the computer lab downstairs. She had to find them. Absolutely nothing else mattered.