Nara
We have a teacher-parent meeting at school today, so we don't have class. Mya is freaking out because she failed chemistry. I failed, too, but I'm not worried since no one checks my grades or shows up for meetings.
“Thank the Lord I don’t have to worry about that,” I say, watching Mya pace in an empty classroom. She stops and stares at me.
“Trust me, my mother will scold you for failing four subjects,” she says, and my mouth drops open.
“Oh, f**k,”
“That’s right.”
“I need a distraction. Tell me about Kian,” she says, sitting atop a desk next to me.
I tell her everything that has been happening at the packhouse, and she smiles slightly. “I don’t like the guy, but he’s trying.” Mya really despises Kian.
“And what about the baby? Are you taking your medication and going to
