Kit and Antonne settled into their seats at the back of the classroom, side by side. Kit sighed as she sat her notebook, textbook and pencil on the table in front of her. Antonne looked over at her with curiosity.
“Penny for your thoughts.” He said before lounging back in his swivel chair, one arm slung over the back of the seat. Kit gave a halfhearted smile to Antonne as she rested her head on one of her hands.
“This is just all so new.” She admitted. “I have all these emotions that I don’t know how to handle, you know?” She was looking at Antonne’s face and, in the background, the instructor, Ms. Moxley had started her lecture. Antonne glanced up at the blackboard and then back at Kit silently encouraging her to continue. “I feel mad at my parents for keeping so much from me, I feel
