Wednesday
Aislen felt something small and hard strike the back of her head. She looked up from her sketch pad and felt in her hair, locating a small nut from one of the nearby trees lodged in the curls. She pulled it out thinking it had fallen from a tree or had been dropped by a bird flying overhead, and resumed drawing, only for another to hit her.
Laughter stiffened her back. She did not need to turn to look. The table where she was seated was set near a grassy slope where the cheerleaders and jocks liked to spend their lunch time. The same grassy slope that Cameron had invited her to on Monday, the Triquetra’s lunch spot.
She had seen the Triquetra there, as she had sat for lunch, but they hadn’t noticed her – or so she thought – as Heath and Cameron had the blonde girl from the day
