GENESIS
My heart was pounding in my chest with every step I took closer to the classroom. My stomach churned with queasiness, and all I wanted was to run upstairs and curl under the bed sheets. I didn’t want to face Miss Melissa—but I couldn’t miss class, and I needed to get my bottle from her.
I knew there would be questions the moment I stepped through that door. Questions I didn’t want to answer. And yet, part of me was curious why she hadn’t shown the bottle to anyone else.
I stopped just a few feet from the door and stared at the handle. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I told myself not to act nervous. There was nothing written on that bottle—she shouldn’t know what was inside.
With that thought, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting it close with a soft click behind
