Elena
"Good morning, dear." Evangeline smiled, shuffling to the kitchen. "Sleep okay?"
"Fine." I lied.
I slept like s**t. Just like every other day this week.
"Can I make you something for breakfast? Pancakes maybe?"
"No thanks," I said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
I had no appetite. Couldn't sleep, or even focus for very long. While part of it may have been from cutting a certain someone out of my life, the other part was from me worrying all week. I tried everything I could think of to distract myself. I threw myself into my music, nearly drowning in blind panic while teaching myself how to swim, switched my classes around too. While they might have been temporary distractions, none of them lasted long. Not when I knew what tomorrow would bring.
My eighteenth
