Lila
As I walked into school, it felt like everyone could see how upset I was. It seemed like every pair of eyes was glued to me. I know Nina always says it’s just in my head, but I can’t shake the feeling that my face is a blatant giveaway that something's wrong.
I tried to hide it, but it was hard. When I reached my locker, the look on Nina’s face confirmed it: I wasn’t managing to conceal my grief.
“Why didn’t you call me?” she asked while I fumbled with the lock.
I shook my head. “What’s the point? There’s nothing you or anyone else can say that’ll change my mother or her opinions,” I replied honestly.
I heard Nina sigh. “What did your mom say to you?” she pressed.
I grabbed the book I needed from my locker. “Does it really matter?” I shot back.
“Lila, yes, it really matters,” N
