DRASA POV
I sat on the cold edge of the bathroom sink like it was a courtroom bench and I was waiting for a life sentence.
Maya paced the tile floor like she’d passed the bar exam in chaos management, waving her hands dramatically like every second she didn’t find a solution, I was one step closer to juvie or worse, double detention..
“This is bad. This is really bad,” I muttered, my hands clenched in my lap. “I need something believable. Like... believable enough to get me out of a week’s worth of after-school detention, but not so dramatic that Ms Helene calls the school counselor or my mom.”
Maya stopped pacing and squinted at the ceiling like inspiration might fall from the broken fluorescent light above us. “Okay, what if you say you got your period and the cramps hit so hard you
