Monday comes, and I am entering the s**t hole known as school with dread filling and suffocating me.
I’m not sure I can tolerate much bullying without snapping or breaking down - both outcomes sound like a real possibility.
Ryker and Blair are by my sides, making hell bearable.
They are trying to bring me to talk despite my bland answers.
I’m in mood to be chatting them up happily.
I thought I was ready, but I guess I was wrong, I tell myself on a sigh.
“What are you sighing about, little girl?” Ryker asks me softly as he pokes my side gently, “You’re only a high schooler and a teenager once, you know?”
“I know,” I tell him dejectedly. “It’s just that…”
“Stop thinking, girl,” Blair jumps in to have her say in the matter, “As the saying goes: Live. Laugh. Love.”
I flash the
