Cionna's POV
I wave goodbye to Julien and then turn my back to my aunt Gwen, walking straight past her. It is funny how one person can change your entire mood. I went from sleepily satisfied to stressed out and irritated in a matter of minutes. My aunt calls out to me, but I ignore her. I'm not in the mood to discuss what I know she wants to talk about.
She continues to scream my name as she tries to get my attention, but I press on. Amid my trek to freedom from her, I feel myself sway on my feet. The world tilts to one side and then the other, and my legs feel weak. A pair of arms wrap around my body and the distant sound of my aunt's voice is muffled.
“Cionna? Cionna?!"
I float in and out of unconsciousness until finally, my vision clears. I look up to find my aunt's face alongside
