MILLICENT
She looked… smug. More than usual.
Wearing a pastel pink top that looked like it cost a month's rent and a glittering headband that screamed spoiled daddy’s girl.
I rolled my eyes and tried to make it through the school day. It was announced earlier that the school was letting the students have all their time to pack up without a rush for the camping trip so it would be postponed till tomorrow.
So after classes ended, I caught up with Fiona near the art hall planning to ask what the hell I was supposed to carry for a five day trip.
“Fiona,” I called just as she was done borrowing speaking to a girl I had seen at archery club the day I tried out. “Hey.”
“I...” my words buried in my throat as I stared at her. “I’m sorry,” I said, words tumbling out before I could chicken out
