(Avery)
The week was moving slow. It was Monday when I found out who my family were and now it's Thursday. I groaned as I continuously pressed the alarm clock just so that it would just so that it would give me a few more minutes. The beeping felt like a cruel reminder that I had to face another day, another round of confusing emotions and complicated faces.
I buried my head into the pillow, wishing I could stay in bed forever. But then I remembered. Elias was supposed to pick me up this morning. He had been insistent, his voice calm but firm when he said he didn’t want me relying on the driver anymore.
My stomach twisted at the thought. Part of me wanted to see him; to hear the awkward but honest way he always tried to reach me. Part of me wanted to hide, to avoid the pressure that cam
