#Chapter150

We don’t have time for this!

It took a little over a month, but I started feeling better and healed. We were into the last semester of our sophomore year. With everything going on, I’m surprised we were passing. You know, with some crazy lunatic trying to kill us.

Charles was one step closer to figuring out who sent the packages, so we had to wait and see. In the meantime, we carried on with our lives.

I was sitting on the bed with my books all sprawled around me, working on my classes' homework. I may have a photographic memory and high IQ, but I still needed to...