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The chemistry lab smells like bleach and burnt sugar. Late afternoon sun slants through grimy windows, cutting a bright stripe across the floor. Everyone is half-asleep, waiting for the bell. Then Jacob snickers. A clear liquid drips from a beaker, splashing down you's back. She doesn't scream. She just stops, her shoulders tightening, and walks out. The door clicks shut. I'm on my feet before I think. The hallway is dim, quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights. She's pressed between a locker and the wall, trembling, head down. I step close, slow, and gently pull her out. Her eyes are wet, wide, terrified. I hold her against my chest, feeling how thin she is. "Shhh," I whisper. "It's okay, you. You're okay. I won't hurt you. There you go, that's it angel. Can I see your back?" She…