Megan Inky -

The paper bulged. Ink dripped onto the table, then rose upward, defying gravity. The Hollow pulled itself free of the page, unfolding like a nightmare origami. It was seven feet tall, all sharp angles and liquid shadow. Its empty face turned toward Lucas.

Today, however, Megan’s secret was about to become the least of her problems. megan inky

Megan Inky wasn’t her real name. Her real name was Megan O’Connor, but she’d earned the nickname in fourth grade when she accidentally uncapped six permanent markers in her backpack during silent reading. The resulting explosion of blue, black, and red left her hands, face, and the entire inside of her desk looking like a Jackson Pollock painting. From that day on, she was Megan Inky. The paper bulged

Megan stared at the notebook. A cold dread pooled in her stomach. “Why do you care?” It was seven feet tall, all sharp angles and liquid shadow

Lucas’s face went white. He hadn’t expected it to actually work . “I—I wish for—”

Lucas paled. “You—”

“Oh, and while you were staring at the monster, Priya was in the hall. She filmed you blackmailing me. And she’s already sent it to the principal, your parents, and the school board.”