#Chapter27

-Picnic.

Iris POV.

"Nathaniel hit me," I cry, although it's the next morning, but I'm still mad at being hit and punished, they treat me so harshly, I don't like them no more.

"Nate didn't hit you, he gave you a love tap because you threw your bottle at his head," he says, but it's not fair, he was trying to get me to sleep, it's why I threw it.

"He started it," I say with a big pout, not fair, I laid back down on his bed, not wanting to wake up, I'm mad at the whole world, and I don't want to wake up.

"Up you go...