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66-The victim

Author: Daisy_bell
last update publish date: 2026-03-26 00:27:52

[ IRIS’S POV ]

The sun was hot, but the water felt cool on my legs. I sat on the edge of the pool, kicking my feet. Mira was splashing around like she didn't have a care in the world.

"Get in, Iris! Don't be a boring babe!" Mira shouted. She did a backflip into the deep end, her laughter echoing off the stone walls.

"I’m fine right here," I called back. I wasn't in the mood to play.

I could feel eyes burning into my back. I didn't even have to turn around to know it was Sandy. She was sitting o
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