Dionne
Last night must have been very tough for me, as I woke up the next day with a lingering sense of unease, with the events from the previous night replaying in my head. I refused to get out of bed, just staring up at the ceiling as my room felt colder than usual. My conversation with Brooklyn kept replaying in my mind until someone suddenly knocked on my door, calling for me.
"Dionne, you’d better hurry up, honey. It’s Monday already," my mom's voice called out. I stood silent for a moment, reluctant to respond, until she knocked again, which got me to finally stand up and answer.
“I’ll be out in a minute, Mom,” I replied, heading to the bathroom. There, I saw Scott’s necklace on the mirror. It was very beautiful and looked so good on me. I took it off, showered, and got ready for
