Below them, a semicircle had formed, and this semicircle was surrounding the girl on the stairs, Reena. She had tried, and she tried again, to run through and past the girls who surrounded her. “Don’t let her leave,” someone yelled as she moved, or tried to move, out of the circle and up the stairs. Stopped by the swarming circle, she was thrown, forced down on the railing, and the circle tightened around her, closer, the fists to her head, the slapping hands on her skin, the fists on her shoulder. Watching the circle below, Tara turned to Jen, and said, “I can’t watch this. It disgusts me.”
