“what happens if someone tries to be two things? Or tries to be something that’s taken?” Tabitha smiled then, rueful. “Ask Samantha Crabtree. One day, she was in the Arty Friend spot. Then she went out for track.” Tabitha slid a finger across her throat; her fingernail left the ghost of a white line behind it. “Next thing you know, she’s in the headmaster’s office. Rumors of an inappropriate relationship with a teacher.”
