It is bad enough that talking to Brandon makes me feel anxious. It doesn’t help that every time I leave his room, I feel as though I’m battling against unfamiliar feelings.
But I don’t like to share...
His voice echoes inside my head while I try to understand what he meant. He is not sharing something with anyone. What does he mean by that?
I must’ve been walking so absorbedly that I don’t notice anyone or anything on the way.
“Alayna!”
I jerk as I hear my name. Ms. Lennie is only a foot away, looking at me with a frown.
“Are you okay?” Ms. Lennie asks, moving closer in my direction.
“Yes, of course, Ms. Lennie. I’m sorry, I was just trying to think of what to do for my rest day.” If there’s something I’ve gotten pretty good at since I arrived here, it’s making excuses and explainin
