Chapter 67. Bye

I pick at my tray of food in the mess hall, pushing my salad around, completely distracted. Counting down the minutes before I can head upstairs, already on edge, unable to think about anything else despite telling myself I’m only making it worse. My nerves are already shot.

Meadow keeps her distance and sits down at the far end of the long table because she knows she won’t hold it in if we sit close. She isn’t doing a great job of acting naturally either, and I can almost taste her tension waving this way. I catch her eyes on me a couple of times, but she looks away quickly, as though we’ve had some sort of lover’s tiff, and I wish she would stop before someone picks up on it. I think she’s why I’m on such high alert because she’s adding to my stress levels.

The rest of the sub pack is dotted around me, although still grouped in an obvious unit. I’m stuck between the twins, who decided they were flanking me in here today, and they are arguing about who got more coleslaw