TITLE: The Dragon's Pearl
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Fifteen-year-old Misha has the ability to see memories. In this scene, a girl named Haerim confronts her after Misha spitefully exposed her for stealing a bracelet because Haerim used to bully her best friend.
"That bracelet was mine."
Misha turned around. "What?"
Haerim crushed the packet in her fist and stood up. "That Tiffany bracelet was mine in the first place."
"But Jena said her--"
Haerim shoved her. "My dad! My dad gave it to me on my birthday!"
The empty cookie packet flittered to the ground. Misha watched it fall and crumple, feeling her chest do the same. The bracelet belonged to Haerim? How did that work? No, she'd only made sure that Haerim had stolen the bracelet; she'd never checked to see whose bracelet it was.
"Jena stole it?" said Misha, faintly.
Haerim shrunk away. "No, she didn't. I let her borrow it, but then she acted like I'd given it to her. I thought I could take it back when she got sick of it and she wouldn't notice."
Misha wanted to wring Jena's neck. She could feel it already, thumbs pressing into the softest pressure point. She wanted to wring her own neck, to smash her head against the wall and obliterate this stupid mistake. Her mother had warned her before, had reminded her countless times.
"But Jena said her father gave it to her." She sounded like a little girl, wavering and unsure. "She said it was important."
Haerim's face collapsed. Misha had never seen that expression on her, not even in Haerim's most swollen memories that vibrated with her parents screaming across the dinner table or the repeated retching into a toilet bowl, memories she'd always dismissed.
"It was," said Haerim. "It was important to me. Why couldn't you see that?"