MERRIELYNN.
I stood at the bleachers, scanning the sea of faces for the headmaster while tucking loose strands of my hair behind my ears.
Emorie's tip about his attendance at this Sunday evening football game had sparked a determination within me—I had to approach him about erasing my sentence. I could only promise him that I’d do better and stay out of trouble. I wasn’t sure I wanted to attend extracurriculars so soon, especially if it meant planning a school event with Cormac.
The school seemed to have recovered from the explosion that killed Mr. Ravenwood, but it still felt surreal.
Officially, it was labeled a chemical accident in the science lab since that’s where it had happened, but I knew better. The students knew better, and I suspected some staff members did too, despite thei
