MILDRED

HELLO, STUDENT!

"Get up!"

Vanessa's voice took on a hard edge at her tenth attempt to get me out of bed the next morning.

It was almost seven o'clock and all the motivation to get out was diminished by the warmness and sweet comfort of the bed.

"Five more minutes," I said dreamily hoping to hang long enough in my sleep to complete my make-out session with Enid.

It was one of those wild dreams I had been having since when I met Enid the second he had skipped a ring down my finger.

How was he so wrong, so dreadful yet dreamy? How was he able to hurt...