CARLA
I arrived late at work and I was almost scolded by my boss. Brian had to step in for me and tell him about the incident that happened in school.
It was enough to get me off his scolding list and then he put me to work behind the counter.
It's been hard to smile at the customers with how heavy and gloomy I was feeling. Still, I tried to let out faint smiles and picked my words carefully so I wouldn't come off as rude and unreceptive.
But in every idle second and minute, I found myself thinking of Dawson. Rewinding that moment in that hallway where he walked right past me like I was some stranger.
Being bullied and having my face bashed into the lockers didn't hurt as much as watching him ignore me did. The pain was another level and it was depressing.
If I got this affected
