Abigail’s POV
As Ricky walked out on Nathan, I too had excused myself from the scenerio, leaving Nathan and mum together.
I sit in class, my notebook is open, pen in place, but nothing seems to be making sense. The teachers voice is replaced with the clustered thoughts thats replaying in my mind. Nathan's glare and Ricky's response, walking out without giving an answer. What is he hiding?what is the content of that later?and does it have anything to do with the room?
I push the thoughts besides me as I try to focus. Even as I try to focus on the lesson, my gaze drits to the window, watching the branches of a nearby tree sway in the breeze. The way they move so freely, so effortlessly, makes me envious.
“Abigail,” a soft voice calls, pulling me back to reality.
I blink, as I turn to
