Chelsea pov
I woke early, the guest room still unfamiliar around me, boxes stacked in one corner that I hadn't bothered unpacking yet. My laptop sat open on the bed where I'd left it the night before, screen glowing faintly in the morning light.
I refreshed the page. Nothing changed.
I refreshed it again, for what felt like the hundredth time since yesterday.
"Come on," I muttered, tapping the trackpad harder than necessary, like that might speed anything up.
Beside the laptop, tucked half beneath a folder of unpacked paperwork, sat a printed copy of Ashbourne's junior class schedule, downloaded from the school's parent portal weeks ago, before I'd even had a name to attach to most of the classes. I'd circled two periods in blue ink. Kayla's homeroom. Her free period.
I closed the fo
