Trouble at Brayshaw High, Blog Tour

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๐“๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐€๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฐ ๐‡๐ข๐ ๐ก, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฐ ๐‡๐ข๐ ๐ก, ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐‹๐ˆ๐•๐„ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ฏ๐š๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ž ๐”๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐!!!!
โ€œYou donโ€™t belong.โ€
No words whispered in anger have ever rung more true.
Theyโ€™re the Kings of Brayshaw with the world at their feet, destined for greatness and in need of control.
Iโ€™m the girl from the ghetto with nothing to offer and as defiant as they come.
They say it doesnโ€™t matter, that Iโ€™m one of them now, and nothing could ever change that. Not even me, should I dare try.
But theyโ€™re wrong.
They underestimate how far Iโ€™ll go to protect them.

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Excerpt

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โ€œHello, Raven.โ€
Unease washes over me, but I force my eyes back to the court, and sure as shit, amongst the crazy, Maddoc and Captain both spotted the piece of shit move my way.
โ€œWhat do you want, Perkins?โ€
โ€œI got a very interesting transfer slip on my desk this morning, Ms. Carver.โ€
I freeze, and Iโ€™m pretty sure my eyes widen, because Maddocโ€™s frown deepens, but he takes off, the ball now in his possession and I shift to see him better.
In the same second, Perkins lays his hand on my arm, and I spin, yanking away from him.
โ€œDonโ€™t fucking touch me,โ€ I spit through clenched teeth and a mocking laugh leaves him.
The crowd groans and when my eyes flash back to the court, Maddocโ€™s hands are swiping down his face in frustration, the ball now with the opposing team as the final buzzer sounds.
โ€œThanks for all your help, Ms. Carver.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t get it twisted. Iโ€™d never do a damn thing to purposely help you.โ€
He steps down, turning back to face me as he does. โ€œYou have a good night.

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