GOOD THINGS FALL APART

I didn't show up at school on Thursday and Friday. Perfect attendance records be damned because I need to have some me time. I told my mum I was sick, which wasn't a complete lie, only a half truth and as such, I couldn't go to school or drop Sophie at Linkdale. Luckily, she didn't ask too many questions and let me do my thing. My mind tells me she knows I'm lying, but she doesn't want to be too pushy. I'd open up to her...eventually. Khalil's assault and Jason's mind games have really taken a toll on me and I really need a breather.

Paris has been checking up on me constantly and is swinging by this afternoon to see how I'm doing. We haven't visited each other in a while because our schedules are hectic but hey, you make time out of no time.

Picking up my phone from my maroon covered bed, I scroll through my contacts (out of boredom). Stumbling by a number I swore I deleted long ago, I hit the call button with a sliver of hope.