CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sarah sat on the edge of her bunk bed watching all her friends get ready for the big frat party. She’d been so excited for this night for so long, but now that it was here, she wasn’t feeling quite like herself. She wasn’t sick, but she didn’t feel like usual, and she couldn’t pin point what was wrong. She’d been to the infirmary every day this week, but they couldn’t find anything wrong with her.
“You OK?” Jenny, asked.
“Eh,” Sarah said. “I’ve been better.”
“What is it?” Jenny asked. “I don’t understand. You’ve been acting so weird since last weekend.”
“I wish I knew. I just don’t feel like myself,” Sarah answered.
“I can tell!” Jenn said and her other friends agreed with her.
Sarah couldn’t help but feel completely weird and awkward around her friends. It was as if
