Cheryl
The past week had drained the life out of me.
I had been up and doing—juggling three things at once, barely surviving. But at least I got the job at the library, and, thankfully, I didn’t almost die trying to manage everything.
Still, I was determined not to go back to Mr. Han.
And thank God he wasn’t looking for me.
I mean, I did tell him not to look for me.
But for some reason, that only made it worse.
Why wasn’t the whole of Minnesota upside down searching for Cheryl Han? Why wasn’t he? I guess this was just further proof that he never gave a damn about me. That everything we had was a lie.
All of it.
I still found it hard to believe, but I mean… he said it himself.
I hopped onto the bus and plugged in my earbuds, drowning in music as I rode to school.
Thank God I was
