RIVER
Letting out a trembling breath, my gaze fell to my hands, which were sweaty and almost shaking from the worry flowing through my veins.
Science class was hell, not just any hell, but the advanced kind. And I sat stiffly in the second row, staring straight ahead at the jumble of diagrams and formulas the teacher scrawled on the board as if we were all fluent in mad genius.
I didn’t take this subject. I didn't even like science. None of what she was saying made sense to me; molecules, reactions, and concepts like covalent bonds and atomic structure. It was all noise, and every few seconds, she looked over at me.
It was like she’d locked onto me as her personal assistant for the day, fully expecting Lexi to answer something brilliant or nod in agreement.
I could feel the pressure
