AMANDA
It's been a week, I think. Or maybe it's been more than that. I don't know. I forgot to keep tabs on how many days I've spent hating the Crescent Princes.
It's like I'm missing them. Heck, I've missed them, but I don't want to admit it. Not when they’re like this. Not when they come with so much baggage, so many complications, and a past that’s far from clean.
I gulp and turn onto my side, feeling the soft brush of my hair against my face. Another morning to go to school, but today feels different. The air is thick with anticipation, like something is about to shift.
I push myself up, the coolness of the floor grounding me. I glance at the clock, realizing I need to hurry.
But then something catches my eye—a small box sitting on my desk, inconspicuous yet beckoning. My heart r
