Chapter 9
Skylar's POV
"How did you get your hand cut this deep, honey?" The nurse questioned, passing me a worried glance.
I've never really been in the nurse's office except for that one time, when that kid in my gym class threw one of those heavy basketballs right at my face. And it wasn't a nice memory.
But it hadn't hurt like it was hurting now.
I looked away from her and gazed down at my legs, dangling them from the small recovery couch I was sitting on, which was situated at one corner of the nurse's office.
I hesitated a little before telling her the first thing that came in my head. "I was slicing some onions and I accidentally cut my hand."
That was nowhere near the truth. It was a total lie since I didn't even know how to cook in the first place. But the nurse didn't know that. She just nodded sympathetically at me, totally believing the excuse I just came up with.