Rachel
"Stop staring at me that way! And drop that nasty look on your face. Why is your look so cold!" Brandon yapped, pointing at my face and I sighed.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, and took my eyes down, changing my look entirely to the opposite.
"I've told you what I think. You shouldn't be restless. I'm sure she's fine," he said.
"No," I whispered. "I'm not sure she is. Something happened."
"Is that what you are hoping for?" He scoffed. "Shouldn't you be thinking positively?"
"How am I supposed to think positively when she was showing me signs this morning?"
I noticed something wasn't right. I felt something was strange. That was the reason why I decided not to take my bag.
"I wanted to see her again, to confirm how she was doing and what had suddenly and drastically changed her,"
