A Real Live Winslow Survivor!
"Taaaaylor!" Victoria Dallon called out, hurrying over with Amy in her wake.
"Huh?" Taylor was not expecting this, one of the things she liked about these sessions was being able to fade into the background. She took a step back from the tall, charismatic, famous, beautiful girl.
"You went to Winslow!"
"Yeah?"
"Oh em gee! I thought you had just moved into town! We never get transfers mid-term!"
"Uhhhh…"
"Vicky," said Amy, with exaggerated patience. "You're scaring her."
Vicky barreled on. "Did you transfer because of the master thing!?"
"What? I probably shouldn't say." Especially since she very definitely deliberately didn't look at anything in the news about Winslow so she didn't know what was public.
"Aha! It was the janitor!"
"The who the what?"
"What, there was MORE THAN ONE MASTER!!!"
Not knowing what else to do, Taylor changed the subject. "What's that light?"
"What? Oh goddamnit."
"Huh?" Taylor was not expecting this, one of the things she liked about these sessions was being able to fade into the background. She took a step back from the tall, charismatic, famous, beautiful girl.
"You went to Winslow!"
"Yeah?"
"Oh em gee! I thought you had just moved into town! We never get transfers mid-term!"
"Uhhhh…"
"Vicky," said Amy, with exaggerated patience. "You're scaring her."
Vicky barreled on. "Did you transfer because of the master thing!?"
"What? I probably shouldn't say." Especially since she very definitely deliberately didn't look at anything in the news about Winslow so she didn't know what was public.
"Aha! It was the janitor!"
"The who the what?"
"What, there was MORE THAN ONE MASTER!!!"
Not knowing what else to do, Taylor changed the subject. "What's that light?"
"What? Oh goddamnit."