Chapter 2

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Yvonne lay in bed, sulking, barely touching her dinner. By morning, hunger was what finally dragged her out of bed.

4.30 AM, and while the other kids her age were still deep in dreamland, Yvonne, clutching her growling stomach. struggled to sit up.

Hunger hit her like a wave, and she felt dizzy as she tried to get up. The world around her seemed to blur, like everything was covered in a fog.

She stumbled her way to the kitchen, leaning on the walls for support. The cook, seeing her struggle, handed her a boiled egg with a sympathetic sunile.

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Yvonne sat down on the doorstep, carefully cradling the egg, taking slow, cautious bites of her simple breakfast.

When the egg settled in her stomach, the emptiness finally started to fade, and she stood up, ready to head back to her

Toom

But as she passed the backyard, she noticed a strange boy swinging a stick at the big yellow dog, Bucky, who was tied to a

Tree

Yvonne’s face instantly turned pale. Without thinking, she rushed over, her voice filled with panic. “Hey! Don’t hit Bucky!

Jeremy Adler, hearing the shout, turned around, confused. He saw Yvonne protecting the dog, looking at him like he was the bad guy, her face full of fear.

“I’m hitting it?” Jeremy’s voice was rough, still cracking from his voice change, but an irritated smile tugged at his lips.

“That dog started it! It’s been barking at me non–stop.” He let out a half–laugh, clearly amused by her sudden accusation.

Yvonne didn’t respond, just pressed her lips together tightly and stared at the stick in his hand, clearly not buying his explanation.

scoff. “I wasn’t hitting it, okay? I was just trying to scare it. get it to

blinked at him for a

weirdly deflated, like someone had just knocked

explaining to a kid? She’s not going to get it

into her arms, wagging his tail like it might take

Jeremy, who had been met

whole dog situation. He just crossed his

close to Bucky’s ear, muttering something softly to him. The dog, now calm, tilted his head as if he actually understood

their

turned around and saw Yvonne looking up at him with her soft, fair face, her big, sparkling

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asked, “You wanna pet

went on, “Bucky had puppies, and he’s a little

had seen more

care.

for some weird reason, his feet wouldn’t move. Before he knew it, his body had already crouched down next to

didn’t feel like much–nothing compared to the soft. fluffy fur of a

and when he noticed the faint red in her eyes,

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, whatever, I was just wondering why you’re crying

pouted, looking like she was about to break down. Thinking about what

cracking as she choked out

was the top of her messy

soft, broken voice made

throat. Jeremy wasn’t exactly the best at giving compliments, and that word just didn’t feel right coming

a long pause, he finally spit out, “Average.”

wiped her tears away, her eyes still

her a cold look and

of “you scratch my back, I scratch yours, threw the same words

happy face, Jeremy finally understood what it

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