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The school explodes, a thousand pieces collapsing into burning splinters. It’s pretty.
(Snyder wanders past – or at least, he does in her head, the real one’s disappeared somewhere – sneering, “That’s right, everyone watch and cheer. An important building is being destroyed by hooligans. No need to get upset.”)
Her memories explode with it – all the late homework, fish monsters, detention, disbelieving teachers, bad dates, ambushes, expulsions, and history tests, shattered into pieces and going up in flames.
(Wesley wanders – or rolls – past, moaning.)
She should probably be remorseful. But she’s just blown up the school – and she can’t help grinning.