ELLA

The feeling that hit me the day I stepped out to get groceries hadn’t gone anywhere, which put me in a permanently foul mood.

On my way to school, I walked past some students who were talking in low tones about something, but I didn’t bother to find out what the topic was. On a normal day, I didn’t speak to them, and I wouldn’t try now that I was in a terrible mood.

Whatever it was, I would hear about it when I got to school, or Lyla would meet me at the gate and give me all the details.

She was a cheerleader. Nothing went past her...