Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
The hands of the clock tick away behind Sister Evelyn as she leads the class through yet another boring Religious Studies lesson.
I’m slouched down at my desk, seconds away from drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
Sister Evelyn no longer bothers to tell me anymore to sit up straight in my chair, and she and the other Sisters have stopped asking me all the time what’s wrong with me, and why I seem so depressed, why I won’t eat and so on. Instead, they're giving me a wide berth, watching anxiously from afar.
It's as if they've given up on me, just as I've given up on myself.
Even Ezra seems to have given up. He stopped pestering me several days ago, although I do sometimes feel his midnight blue eyes on me, trying to drill down beneath the mask, as if
