Monday, the alarm went off when my eyes were already open. I could not tell if I had ever fallen asleep or if I laid there thinking all night through. I was definitely not in the mood to go to school, but I was not going to skip a second time this year.
I spent the day avoiding Mr. Jones, even though we promised never to do that again. But after he tried to take my clothes off even after I asked him to stop, I do not think that rule applies anymore. The constant buzzing throughout the weekend drained my phone’s battery – as well as my patience – and I left it that way, hidden away in the closet like a monster that reminded me of his actions, as well as the thought of my possible unjustifiable reaction.
Mr. Jones tried to talk to me and chase me a couple of times but, each time
