Chapter 15

By the time Monday rolls around again, I’m thoroughly exhausted. I spent all weekend trying to get a hold of my dad, and fending off Miranda’s attempts to get me to go out again. Instead, I convinced her to stay in on Saturday and watch movies. Sunday, she texted to let me know that she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to sleep in.

But even as I’m looking for trouble around every corner, nothing comes.

That’s a form of mental torture right there, expecting all these horrible things, a low-grade anxiety humming through me. The classes, at least, are challenging, more so than I expected. I end up spending most every night that week in the five story library, studying my ass off. The librarians are pretty much book Nazis, so I feel safe in there. Even the Idols can’t touch me in their domain.

Thursday, I scoot into my seat in art class, right next to Miranda, feeling my heart thunder in my chest. Our assignment from last week was to create an abstract piece of media tha