Weeks passed and everything stayed the same. My parents still treated me as if I was a piece of expensive broken glass, handling me gently and lightly. I bit back my frustrations and the urge to scream out. I got an A in drama for my 'Emotion-filled acting, that felt as if it were really from the heart and not just an act.' Mrs. Spencer's words, not mine.
Jared stayed away, giving me the space he thought I needed. Little did he know I'd wouldn't want to be even be a hair-length away from him. I'd rather be tangled in his arms and caught up in his kisses.
Did he not know that I still saw him and Jasmine kissing in the halls?
Did he think staying away from me would blur out the images completely?
My organs may have stopped working but my eyes still saw.
Sometimes I'd wake up from a ni
