The Nine-tailed Wolf
I whispered.
Picking the number 10, I realized I was grouped with Hayley, who was number 11, an unfamiliar boy with short curly hair and Eric. I cursed under my breath , realizing Aurora was also grouped with me. Her face, once full of smiles, turned ashen. She held the number 9 tag with two fingers, holding it as far from her as possible, as if it was poo. The air was heavy with unspoken contempt, us staring daggers at each other. “Uhm, can we just work as a team,” the boy with the brown curly hair spoke out, his voice, tiny like a 10 years old. “Ladies, get it together,” Eric said, his voice low and husky.
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