The following morning, Boma stayed seated on her bed, ready for class but unable to find the courage to leave. The fear from the previous day's events weighed heavily on her, paralyzing her with anxiety.
Hilda had already left for her class, their different timetables separating them as they pursued different degrees.
The memories of the threats and bullying she endured on the bush path made her heart race wildly. Each time it happened, her courage to move forward would falter, starting with the simple act of leaving the hostel.
Opting to skip class, she lay back on her bunk bed, arms folded, staring at the ceiling, longing to be anywhere but here. She wished she could afford to leave the campus, but her financial situation made it an impossible dream.
Boma's heavy thoughts were abrupt
