Miranda shot straight up, her head in pain. Why had she been lying in this bed? The events were so fuzzy to her. It involved the girl she wished to punch every day, since the first time they met. Miranda bit her lip, the memories sinking in with a double dose of pain. Shit, she was going to be in so much trouble. Miranda had finally put up with enough of Danielle’s cunning words and backwards lie. She could no longer stand by passively. She threw a mean right hook and Danielle threw one right back, knocking Miranda out cold.
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