I’ve been upstairs brooding for about two hours when I finally decide I should go back downstairs and socialize with the other girls as well as make dinner for everyone. I head downstairs and notice that no one is in the main living areas, which is strange, but I decide to blow it off and head into the kitchen. I’m feeling pretty lazy tonight, so I am just going to cook something that is simple like spaghetti and meatballs with some garlic bread and green beans. I’ve been cooking for close to half an hour when Alma hesitantly walks into the kitchen. “Why are you looking at me like I am going to snap?” I question.
“Kenna, you have been bound and determined to leave this place, and me getting attacked like I did today just gave you more reason for you to push us to do so. I pretty much rui
