Rowan’s POV
I stay in my room all night. My parents' judgy eyes are too much to handle, so I go to bed early.
Waking up the next morning, I hear my mother screaming for me to hurry. I race around getting dressed in record time, even for me, throwing on the first things I lay my hands on, which turn out to be jeans and a bottle green shirt. Maybe I should have paid attention to the shirt. Green really isn't my color, I think, staring at my reflection while I brush my teeth.
"Rowan, now!" my mother yells.
Damn it, no time to change. I spit out the toothpaste, rinse my face, and race downstairs.
"Really, Rowan. Did you sleep through your alarm?" she scolds as I race toward the front door, where she's waiting with her keys in hand.
She passes me an apple, and I grab it and take a bite as
