ELLA

“Look who the cat dragged out,” I said as I walked through the front door and met Lyla leaning against my locker. She chuckled and folded her arms, waiting until I got closer to where she was standing before responding.

“Good morning to you too, Miss Harper,” she smiled, and I giggled at her formal tone.

It was a great morning, to be honest. I had woken up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. It was a new feeling, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it, but I liked it. I felt free, like the world was at my fingertips and I could do anything I...