Writer’s POV
The next morning, Sarah couldn’t shake the smile off her face. It felt so light, so freeing, like she could float away any second. She stood in front of the mirror, running a brush through her hair, her hands moving on their own. She looked… happy.
But just as she was about to set the brush down, her mum appeared at the doorway, her arms folded and brow slightly raised, as if she could read every single thought sitting on Sarah’s face.
“You look like you’ve got something on your mind, Sarah,” her mum said, her voice warm but curious, a soft chuckle laced into her words.
Sarah froze for a moment. Was it really that obvious?
“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, flashing a smile that was probably too wide and too bright to be convincing. “Just, you know… excited for school. Tha
