Chapter Twenty-Two‘So,’ Mrs Moss clicks her pen and looks at me expectantly. ‘How was your weekend? And your week so far?’
I consider. My weekend was inevitably awful due to my lack of friends. Monday was a different story; a whirlwind of wine and The Breakfast Club and sort-of-making-up with said friends. Yesterday Daisy didn’t turn up in the morning. I waited and waited but she was a no-show. Mum made me go to school anyway, which turned out to be fine thanks to Callum.
And then, completely unexpectedly, Daisy knocked for me this morning. Smiles and blushes and freckles and frizz: as though nothing had ever happened. She never mentioned the argument or the conversation outside her house, and neither did I. I’d like to keep it that way, to be honest. There’s been far too much confrontat
