XENIA
Thekla’s upcoming birthday was all everyone was talking about.
From how eager students were to receive invites and the endless buzz in the air, I could tell that it was a huge deal to everyone at Hailsmith. I didn't expect it to be anything less than extraordinary, especially after how much of an amazing host she was for a simple sleepover.
An unwanted memory tried to force its way up as I recalled the morning after the sleepover but I immediately forced it away, refusing to dwell on that unfortunate encounter. Like I’d decided days ago, it was nothing but a bad dream, I had to believe else I’d lose my s**t.
I didn't even need to fight away the memory for much longer because a crowd of girls approached Thekla and me as we walked out of the cheer hall, their screeching noises prov
