Lindsy
When I wake up, I'm still reeling from my visit to the gym. I stretch out my legs, scrunching my toes in the pink satin sheets as I remember the look Matthew had given me. I'm used to people judging me, and maybe they're right to. Maybe I'm just a spoilt princess with the world at her feet; maybe I'm everything he thinks I am.
I spend the journey to school taking everything in. The streets are cobbled, the street lamps the same canary yellow as the rain-slickers and the daffodils. Rose shrubs line the sidewalks, hedged and trimmed into the perfect spheres, bursting with white blossoms. The Palisades is like another world almost, where ugliness ceases to exist. Where everything fits perfectly, from the people to the flowerbeds.
I'm tired of it.
When I arrive at my locker, the g
