Prom was every bit as unexciting as Clementine had expected.
She kept to the edges of the room, slipping from place to place to avoid being spotted. Keely looked revoltingly happy with that idiot Dallas. They'd just had their photos taken. Her little band of do-gooders were gathered in another corner, one of them being chatted up by a random boy, while Burton (that blue-haired buffoon) appeared to be schmoozing the headmaster for reasons known only to himself.
None of them were her objective.
Where was Bryant?














