HAZEL
“Still not going to tell me what happened?” Kelly asks for the hundredth time. We’re both lying on the floor. There’s an ice cream bowl beside us. It’s half melted by now. Two spoons are wedged inside the bowl.
After I returned to the dorm, I had spent the next hour crying my eyes out. Nothing could stop my tears. Kelly tried to hug me at first, but when that didn’t work, she pulled the ice cream out of our mini fridge and set it in front of me.
I’m yet to tell her the reason why I left the palace early. I don’t think I’ll be able to. Too much of it doesn’t make sense, at least not to me.
“This is so weird Hazel,” Kelly stares at me in disdain. “You left here earlier looking all dressed up and happy. But then you show up less than an hour later, crying hysterically.”
She takes
