Celia
The next day, I got up, and my nose was stopped up and I could barely think straight my head hurt so bad. I went into class anyway, because I didn’t want to miss a day, but by the time I got to my English class with Becky, I wanted to just go home.
She cornered me as the class ended and dragged me down to the diner. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”
She’d hissed the words in a way that told me she wasn’t just trying to go eat with her. She really had something she needed to tell me.
“Listen,” I said with my head over the cup of coffee I’d order. I let the steam roll up onto my face and into my nose. It didn’t help, but it didn’t hurt either. “I feel like complete s**t, so I’m sorry if I don’t seem interested. I am, I just don’t feel well.”
“I’m sorry, but I need to ta
