The Wall and GoatChapter 4
I barely slept. The blow that had knocked me across the floor of my bedroom had raised a dark purple bruise the shape of Maxie's fist on my jaw and split my lip. There was no blowing it off, it looked like I'd been in a fight and my red rimmed eyes only backed that up. I left the house before mum was even up and trudged to school through the thick cloud that had settled over the town in lieu of the earlier snow. My new tutor clucked disapprovingly when she saw me, turning from folding all...