Lila
Nina was running late, so I had to take the bus to school the next day. I actually arrived before she did.
When she got to her locker, she looked frazzled. “Sorry, it’s been one of those mornings,” she said to me as she opened her locker.
She barely looked at me when she came rushing over. Now that she was here and had a chance to catch her breath, she finally met my gaze.
She didn’t say anything, but I could read her expression. She wasn’t happy. She kept twisting her lips, as if trying to hold back something she wanted to say.
I knew what was going through her mind. I was wearing one of my go-to outfits: an oversized shirt with leggings.
“Why were you running late?” I asked her, trying to ease the awkwardness.
Nina shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts, and said, “I ove
