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neighboring buildings. She looks grumpy, but the moonlight reflects off her skin quite nicely. I’m mostly impressed that there is a moon tonight. Nine times out of ten, the sky is covered with smog.
    As I join her at the table, I say, “I hate the way the light reflects off your skin. Ugh.” Grabbing a burger, I unwrap it from the foil and take a huge bite. My eyes light up with amazement. This tastes like beef, but it’s really good.
    “So,” she says while leaning in closely, “You’re looking at my skin.”
    Every fiber of my being despises how well she manipulates my jeering. Some people are naturally talented at sports or academics. Not Michelle. She has a knack for making me hate life. The worst part of all, she’s wearing a short skirt similar to the ones Hannah normally rocks. I refuse to remotely think of a compliment, but at least she doesn’t look like a boy.
    “Where’d you get the burger from, pest?”
    Michelle folds her arms and leans in her chair. “I’m not telling you where I get my food so you and your stupid friends can annoy me when I’m there. The burger isn’t that good anyway. Why do you care?” Taking a huge gulp from my cup, I prepare for the coming argument. She’s going to crack.
    “It’s better than good, brat. Tell me or I’ll post that Christmas picture of Kyle kissing you on MeeToo.” That’s a social networking website that comes standard on most phones. It’s a rapid file sharing program that allows users to skim through millions of files from other users at once.
    “No need jerk. I made the burger and the fries. And as much as I know you hate that, I also made everything with natural ingredients so it’s not the junk food you love pigging out on. It’s all healthy.” I practically finish my burger in tears because I hate praising this brat. “That’s the third compliment I’ve gotten from you. This time it wasn’t so hard. I just needed to get a plastic bag and wrap everything up like a fast food joint. Easy.”
    The witch enjoys pouring salt on my wounds. Once I’ve finished, I stand up and walk away. Small feet race behind me and Michelle jumps on my back again. This time, she has something in her hands.
    “Change,” she says with a fist full of clothes.
    “Where’d you get those?”
    “Daddy made me bring them.”
    “Whoa. I can’t fit anything he wears.”
    “Yeah. That would be all bad. These are from the mall. Now change.”
    After she hops off, Michelle turns away and folds her arms.
    “Right here?”
    “No one’s watching and I’m looking away so hurry up. I want to go check on the people upstairs too.” No one’s watching because no one’s here. This isn’t a public hospital. It was meant for gladiators. The nurses only have a lot to do when the sport’s in season. Otherwise, there aren’t many visitors. Professor Gonzales is one of the only doctors, but Dennis had to hire two others after patients refused treatment from the demon.
    Most nurses monitor patients from their bedrooms. Dennis created a way to allow overnight employees to sleep unless alarms sound. This way, they don’t suffer from burnout and are allowed to continue living normal lives during the day. Still, that doesn’t make me feel comfortable with changing in the middle of the hallway.
    “You’re such a weirdo. I’ll just find an empty room.”
    “Grow up Spencer. No one’s here. Hurry the hell up and get it over with. Stop being such a pussy.”
    “I hate you. Why’d you bring me clothes anyway?”
    “I know you get sick of the armor. Just do it.”
    Holding true to her word, Michelle turns away. I keep my eyes on her the entire time. Though she never turns around, I notice her barcodes glimmer a faint pink. When I finish dressing, I ask, “Why were the tattoos on your legs glowing?”
    Her bronze hair whips as she quickly turns her head and asks, “Why were you looking at my legs?” Her eyebrows are raised. I know that look. Anything I say can and