"Do you have a minute, Ashley?" I froze, pausing in my steps, still undecided about looking up.
I made it through Monday mostly unharmed. I honestly think that no one dared to question me directly about what had occurred. Alternatively, they may have been uninterested.
The morning announcement featured a minute of quiet for a classmate who had died, yet the atmosphere in the room was... uncertain, not mournful. I couldn't tell which made me feel sicker: the memory of my weekend or the overall lack of interest.
I eventually looked up at Mr Gabler and said, "A second, yeah."
The guidance counsellor gazed at me through thick spectacles, his eyes half-obscured by the glare.
I followed him inside his office, still clutching my books, and sat on a normal guidance counsellor's office ch
