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When Boscha spots Willow and creeps up behind her, she smirks before she shoves her. Willow yelps, crashing to the floor.
“Oh, Half-a-Witch Willow, you’re so clumsy!” Boscha says, laughing.
The other girls giggle, but Amity just stands there, her stomach churning.
She stares down at Willow (the girl who hugged her when Amity cried after Mother yelled at her, and flapped her hands happily when they played) wanting to offer a hand and help her up. But…
She’s too scared of the repercussions.
I’m pathetic, she thinks, and Amity hurries away before anyone notices the tears in her eyes.