AURORA'S POV:
Some mornings feel wrong before they even begin.
I knew today would be one of those.
The sky outside was still a smudge of grey when I woke up, a chill curling around my ankles like a warning. The air felt heavier, like it was pressing down on my shoulders, whispering don’t go as I dragged myself out of bed and into the world.
But I did. I went. Because I always do. Because pretending I’m okay is safer than admitting I’m not.
The halls of Clarence High are their usual blend of too much and not enough. Too much noise. Too many bodies and not enough space to breathe. I feel so suffocated.
My locker is only a few steps down the corridor, but it might as well be miles. Helpppp!!
I dodge past a group of cheerleaders, avoid eye contact with Mr. Braidy who’s probably going to
