Returning back to her predetermined schedule, prior to Jason’s intervention seemed surreal, she thought. Shuffling from class to class like a normal kid, helped her feel invisible again, which was exactly what she needed.
Renee recounted what she had in her locker while she sauntered through the hallways.
The good thing about storming out the night before was keeping a scrap of her dignity.
The bad thing? Well, she left her bag at home.
Renee sighed.
The thing held nothing specific aside from textbooks she’d probably have to pay for replacements to. And it wasn’t like she had too many other subjects that directly expected her to bring them to class, but the gut wrenching urge to swallow her pride and retrieve her item was like a sucker punch to the gut.
Renee cut across the hall
