Bo tossed the salad around, her stomach was churning at the thought of going back out there alone. She wasn’t confident to face the world yet. There was a constant unpleasant feeling in her heart that told her nothing was gonna change and she might end up going through the same ordeal of two years ago. She would sit in some random corner of the classroom, before the class starts. Nobody would want to understand her. They would tease and mock her, just like old days. Books will be her only friend, but then she’d be called bookworm. Someone, who had no idea about anything in this world, beyond those books.
“Nervous about tomorrow?” She heard a motherly soothing voice behind her. Beth, was Boston’ aunt. Her husband had passed away long ago and her only son was travelling for business, along
