Six
I sleep well for the second night in a row, and again, I wake before dawn. I’m not so much surprised as resigned, glancing at the darkness outside before sighing.
I get dressed in a pair of black high-rise jeans with a crop top, finishing the look with heavy boots. After yesterday’s incident with the posse, I know I’m going to face open war at school. I can’t deny part of me looks forward to it. Yesterday changed something. The dynamic I’m used to has been flipped on its head. Who knows what’s next? Certainly not I.
I remain inside, occupying myself until the rest of my family wakes up. After preparing breakfast, I paint my nails matte black. It’s six-thirty. Has time ever passed this slowly?
I force myself to focus on one of my mother’s suspense books, willing the words on the pag
