Cindy
I crashed into bed as if it were my first time seeing it for months. My head is pounding. The sky outside my window is darkening, signaling dusk. All I wanted to do was sink into the mattress and disappear from life. I’m reaching my breaking point.
After coming back from the packhouse, I spent the rest of the day studying before taking the live test. Now that the exams are over, I should be able to relax and look forward to spring break.
I can’t. I’m pissed, saddened, frustrated and wanted to cry at the same time. These are the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.
“I didn’t steal the money,” I muttered to myself. “I didn’t.”
But I’ll be treated like a thief anyway just because it’s something they decided. Tears ran down the side of my face and I hurried to wip
