Lucy lay in bed for a few extra minutes, staring at the ceiling. Her head throbbed and her stomach felt like it was tied in knots. She felt ill, not with a flu, just exhausted from everything that had been happening.
"Lucy? Stand up! We’re going to be late!" Zoe’s voice called out from the kitchen, followed by the cheerful clinking of a spoon against a ceramic mug.
Lucy groaned softly and forced herself to sit up. She didn't want to go to class. She didn't want to see the whispers or the cameras. She just wanted to crawl back under the covers and stay there until the thirty days were over. But she knew that wasn't an option. Adrian had told her to behave, and "behaving" included being the perfect and present student.
She dressed simply in a high-necked sweater and a pair of dark jeans,
