Thodor is today looking livelier. His sweet smile has returned. He is one of those that are yet to disappoint me.
I am seated on the big chair waiting for the signal to be full. Mike is still asleep, Dean and his father are standing behind me, just like yesterday. That's good, they won't notice when I drool at Mr. Hot King.
"You look so forlorn today, didn't you sleep well, princess?" Thodor asks.
"I am fine, Thodor. Just feeling a little down." I answer.
"Why? We can't afford having you looking sad, you are a face of hope." Mr. McDonald speaks from behind.
Face of hope,? I don't feel hopeful at all. I feel sick, tired and betrayed. How can I be a Reader and have people calling me "precious" , while deep down, even breathing is tough?
"Everyone has to be sad sometime, no one can be
