(Serena)
I woke up the next day feeling good. Better than I had in weeks. I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen making coffee.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning," I replied, grabbing a granola bar from the counter.
"You seem happy," she said, looking at me with a smile.
"Just ready for school," I said.
She nodded. "That's good. Keep it up. Your father and I are proud of how you've been behaving lately."
I smiled back. If only she knew.
I got in my car and drove to school. The whole way there, I kept thinking about what I would see when I arrived. Would Avery look upset? Would people still be talking about the pictures? Would she try to act like nothing happened?
I parked and walked toward the main building. Students were already gathering in grou
