POV: Samira
The week dragged on with an agonizing slowness that felt like a personal insult. Every time I walked through the halls of Saint Trenton High, I felt like I was navigating a minefield. Calvin didn't speak to me again after the library incident, but his silence had changed. It wasn't the "ignoring" kind of silence anymore. It was the "watching" kind.
I spent Thursday night staring at my open duffel bag. My room felt too small, the walls closing in as I tried to organize my gear for the camping trip. I had everything color coded and packed in order of necessity, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that I was forgetting something vital.
"Are you going to pack the whole house or just your room?"
I turned to see Martin leaning against my doorframe. He was tossing a tennis ball into
