Hurt and confused, I go through the crowded hallway and head to my first class, geometry, ignoring all the whispers as I push through. This should be fun. It is the only class I share with Amanda. I am unsure why she has not tried to visit me, but I can find out during class.
I hope Emanuele does not get in too much trouble. Depending on how this first class goes, I may need his support after this conversation with her. Other than my brother, he has been the only other constant in my life these past few weeks.
When I reached the classroom, I found Amanda sitting at our table, so I went over and sat down. She did not look in my direction for a second, but I watched as she scooted her chair to the table’s edge, putting more space between us. She looks annoyed.
What could I have possibly
