Lily Madwit?

Present.

All the other kids in class start whispering.

Telling each other the same stories about me they tell each time my name gets called.

As if everyone in the school doesn't already know them by heart.

Lily Madwhip, the one-girl demolition crew.

The girl who single-handedly blew up her parents then drove her foster family so insane they died into murder suicide.

Seemingly unkillable.

If she looks your way, you have to cross yourself or you'll die within a week, unless you're Hindu or Jewish.

I kind of like that one.

Sometimes I stare at the other kids in my class

just to watch their reaction when they realize it.

Don't ask me how they came up with suicide

for Mrs. Lake's cause of death.

I mean, the lady was missing several bits

and had burned a death in a very localized fire

that failed to touch most of the

things around it. Besides, despite her eggy waffles, and she loved her husband very much from what I could

tell. She definitely didn't deserve to be remembered as a murderer. I think anyone who really knew her

knows it's not true. Last week I sat down in a fairly bare-looking room at the police station with Detective

Guthrie right after he'd finally got done listening to a doctor explained to him that the dog he

killed had bones more like those of a human than a canine. He wanted me to go over the details of

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