Hannah
I enter the classroom just before my teacher comes in. That was close. This teacher hates it if you come in after them.
I glanced around - Maria should be here and I was hoping we could sit together again. But my eyes scan the room and I don’t see her. But she was fine after she was released.
“Hannah, are you planning to stand up the entire class?” My teacher asks and I mutter a sloppy apology.
I take my seat and look at Peter who pints at my phone. I received his message shortly.
“We need to talk.”
I hid my phone under my desk.
Me: “Where’s she? Did her father do something again?”
Peter: “She’s fine.”
Peter: “Well. Kind of.”
Me: “What do you mean kind of?!”
Peter: “Let’s talk after class.”
Me. “…”
After a few seconds, he sends.
Peter: “She knows.”
I drop my
