Gwen twirled the arugula around her fork and moved it around the bowl. Took a bite. Crunched it a bit. Sipped some water. Set the fork down and sighed. Glanced around.
Groups of teens were seated at the various picnic tables of the Quad, chatting away. Freshman off to the side. Seniors taking center stage in the middle with juniors and sophomores like Gwen scattered here and there. She sat at her usual table under the shade of a huge elm waiting for Jose and Zach to show up.
Thinking. Too much.
She licked her dry lips. Remembering the thirst. Is the world going to freeze again?
Is the world going to freeze again?Gwen reached for her sports bottle and squirted a long stream into her mouth. Swallowed it. Then repeated. Ever since Lacey’s party she made sure to refill her water bottle at
