Crystal looks awful today. Sick.
I sound like a real ässhole, I know, but it's the truth. She’s got her hair up in a high ponytail and absolutely no makeup (which is weird because she usually always has thick eyelashes, red lips and red cheeks). She actually looks pretty with a fresh face, that's not what I mean when I say she looks horrible. I mean her posture and expression.
She looks like the most miserable person on the whole planet.
“Are you sick?” I ask, approaching her slowly so I don’t attract the attention of our parents.
“No. Not sick," she answers in a low, broken voice and looks me in the eye for about five seconds before she starts to cry, "It's something much worse.”
“What is it? What's going on?” I ask, and I bend down to be at her eye level. Her crying is scaring me,
