Sydney
The weekend came and passed in just two minutes, and the next thing I knew, I was pulling the blanket off my mirror to take a peek at my hair, while getting ready for school.
Yay.
The talk with Mom had done something different in my chest. But like always, that feeling stopped right outside the main doors of Lakeview High.
The moment I walked in, the stares followed like they were never tired of wondering how many pounds I weighed. Or when next something bad would happen to me.
Or the next thing Tyler Sinclair would say about me, because I could already feel something in my guts.
But today I planned to stay out of everyone’s way and ignore the excitement buzzing through the school about Brooklyn’s birthday.
The same birthday she’d said I probably wouldn’t want to attend.
And
