Grace
My friends are down there in Sugardale. If I have to tell anyone from outside Opium Hills about the town, it sounds idyllic, like a sweeter version of Archie’s Riverdale except that we know better. It isn’t.
I’ve been trying to catch up during my first couple of days of online college. I was advised not to pick a major yet unless I’m sure. So, I’m just taking general classes for the rest of the term. It’s overwhelming, but also exciting. I printed my timetable and plastered it on my plain white wall. I want to paint it red, pink, or something else other than its dull white. I miss the brown logs in the cabin, and the accessible scenery through my window. I do understand that safety comes first, and as one of the potential brides, I’m supposed to be protected.
Then, there’s at le
