Aria
Elena heaved out as she dropped into the seat beside me. We had just gotten to school and still had about twenty minutes before class started. She pulled the earplugs from her ears, dug into her bag, and handed me a snack.
I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."
"Come on," she pressed, nudging it toward me. "I'm not a stranger."
My lips pressed into a thin line before I finally accepted it. "Thanks."
Elena leaned back, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "I'm already tired of this school."
I lifted a brow. "Didn't you sign up for the school because you wanted it?"
"I wish." She gave a humorless laugh. "I did it because I was angry."
That caught my curiosity. I tilted my head slightly. "Angry about what?"
She hesitated for a second, her jaw tightening, then said flatly, "With my dad
