I hug myself even more, racking my both hands on my opposite forearms covered with my sweat shirt.
I hate this… the weather is too perfect for my mourning. I just wanted to shut my eyes closed for the whole time remembering what happened but I am afraid I might just bump into another jerk like Matt before.
It is Monday afternoon, my class just finished and it is about three. The hallways I am taking are a little noisy for some students with big mouths do not know how to tone down.
I am proud of myself I did not burst into tears for the hours I spent with my professors and annoying classmates.
Yesterday at Agustine, I tried going back to the funeral home despite of Rodney and Chelsey’s protests. But nada; nothing good happened.
I rolled my eyes when some girls bum
