I lie motionless in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, a wave of self-pity crashing over me like a tidal wave I can’t escape.
“Why me? Why can’t I just be normal like Yasmin?” I say aloud, barely above a whisper.
Suddenly, the wall shakes as Yasmin kicks it.
“Shut up, Lux! Stop being all angsty—it’s eight in the morning!” Yasmin yells from the other side of the room. I roll my eyes, too tired to care, and slowly drag myself out of bed. I shuffle out of my room like a zombie searching for brains.
“What do you want, Lux?” Yasmin groans, rolling over in her ridiculously fancy silver luxury bed, her twin-sized mattress looking like it belongs in a five-star hotel.
I sit on the edge of her bed, nervously picking at my stubby fingernails. “Okay, imagine you’re trying to figure out something
