Fire with Fire
CHAPTER ONE MARY
WHEN THE MONDAY MORNING SUN streams through my window, something tells me to get out of bed instead of rolling over toward the wall like I’ve been doing for the past week. I’ve known I should go back to school for a while, but I couldn’t quite muster up the energy to make it happen. So I stayed in bed.
But today feels different. I’m not sure why. It’s just a feeling I have. Like I need to be there.
I braid my hair and put on my corduroy...