steps.
âWhat are you doing here?â I asked.
âI wanted to thank you again for saving my charm bracelet. Howâs your wrist?â
âItâs just bruised.â
âIâm really sorry.â
âHowâs your foot? Iâm surprised you didnât break a toe.â
âMy footâs fine,â she said, standing up. âI guess seven years at Miss DeMarcoâs ballet school finally paid off.â
âShe must have been a great teacher because that was some kick.â
âShe was an excellent teacher. Unfortunately, she also had affairs with half the dads in the school, including mine.â
âOuch.â
The chapel bell rang in the distance and Claire said,âThatâs curfew. We better get back to the dorms.â
âDonât worry about me,â I said, and pulled a white piece of paper from my pocket. âI have a pass from the infirmary.â
Claire looked at the pass. âThereâs no time written on it. You could stay out all night if you wanted to.â
âWhy would I want to stay out all night by myself?â
âWho said anything about staying out by yourself?â
âWonât you get in trouble?â
Claire dismissed my worries with a wave of her hand. âMy roommate snores like a freight train on steroids, and the floor monitor doesnât even bother to check our room anymore. As long as Campus Safety doesnât catch us weâll be fine.â
âWhere do you want to go?â
âThe Drowning Pool.â
âJust the two of us?â I asked.
âI donât see anyone else around, do you?â
âNo.â
âThen letâs go.â
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The Drowning Pool was a swimming hole behind campus. Rumor had it that a freshman had died there in the nineteen fifties, and a trip to the Drowning Pool was as much a Wheaton right-of-passage as Mrs. Zelinskiâs first year Latin class.
I followed Claire into the woods, and we were immediately swallowed up by shadows. Leaves and spiderwebs tickled our faces, and the trees and bushes seemed closerthan they had just moments before. We followed a trail of pine needles and dappled moonlight until the trees parted and we came to a small lake. Tiny clouds floated over the surface of the water, and I half expected to see a glowing fairy or a chain sawâwielding psychopath flitting about. We found a log by the edge of the water and sat down to take it all in. Claire removed her shoes and as she slipped her feet into the water asked, âWhat about you?â
âWhat about me?â
âI showed you mine, now you show me yours.â
âExcuse me?â
âI told you about my father and Miss DeMarco. Whatâs your familyâs deep, dark secret?â
My family has nothing
but
deep, dark secrets,
I wanted to reply. Instead I said, âI donât have a family.â
âWhat do you mean? Everybody has a family.â
âMy parents died when I was a kid, and I got passed around by relatives until I came here.â
âThatâs terrible.â
âI donât know, I kind of like it here.â
âNot that part, the before-you-came-here part.â
âI guess,â I said with a shrug. âIt was a long time ago, and I really donât like to talk about it.â
The lie rolled off my tongue like it always did, except this time it left a strange taste in my mouth. I turned to Claire, and as our eyes met I felt a strange desire toâ
Was it,
tell the truth
? This made no sense. Yes, I had run away to Wheaton to become an honest person, but that didnât meanI wanted to stand up in the middle of the dining hall and tell the world my life story.
âIâm so sorry about your family,â she said.
âIt was a long time ago.â
We talked through the night with the chapel bell reminding usâevery hour on the hourâof how long weâd been