CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
LIKE A ZOMBIE
Usually, I take my school attendance pretty seriously. It's always the same routine: get to school on time, be as attentive in class as humanly possible, and after the final bell, I take the bus to the bookstore where I work part-time. Simple. Predictable.
But for the rest of this week? I’ve had no f*****g clue what’s been going on.
I feel like a zombie stumbling through life. I didn’t even notice when Derek skipped school for a whole week. I didn’t register that Theo had avoided me just as long. Hell, I somehow managed to block out Valentina Baldwin cornering me in the girl’s bathroom and landing a hot, stinging slap across my face for allegedly stealing her boyfriend. I barely flinched.
Because all I can hear, all I can think about, is my mother’s
