YRENE'S POV.
I really do not know if you have ever had the feeling that your high school life was crumbling. As the gas continued to leak out of my turning and boiling stomach, everyone began to notice that the cold air was beginning to smell funky.
"Oh jeez! What did this person eat!?" A girl asked as she pressed her napkin to her face.
Looking at my face, I really looked like a girl in trouble and I didn't know how to change that expression.
"Are you kidding me!?" Reece blurted out as he stood from the blanket on which he sat.
"This smells like yours." Francesca whispered to me, and I immediately shook my head, but she had already caught on.
"Yrene, let's move out. This is thick!" She exclaimed, grabbing my hand as she stood and started to pull me with her.
Everyone else separated
