Cruel and sudden, hast thou since / Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?

"Ow!" Cassie said, and hopped up, dancing in pain, waving her injured hand around in front of her, "what the hell, Leah?" There was no way she could have known that the fight they then had over one pricked finger would end their seventh-grade friendship. She couldn't have known the monstrous enemy she'd create, two years later, bent on making her high school a living hell.