Nobody was home but, of course, I didn’t have my key.
It wasn’t until I’d stepped onto the front porch after having sprint most of the way there, hopeful that nobody would recognize me, that I realized my keys were in my book bag. Brilliant. How was I going to explain this blood to my mother when she showed up and found me here looking like a hot mess—she’d take me straight to the hospital and have an absolute fit over my swollen arm. Biting my lip, I’d felt like I might have an absolute meltdown.
I couldn’t climb up to my room. I wasn’t superhuman and it was at least a seven foot drop from my window to the floor. Not to mention one arm was practically useless . . . and throbbing. God, maybe I should go to the hospital.
Don’t look at it, I kept thinking, forcing my eye
