Elara
A full week has passed, and I am still banned from the choir. This is not how I pictured my final year of high school. Iris tells me that practice is continuing just fine without me. How can that be true when I am their lead soloist?
Anderson is a genuine asshole. My stomach does an unpleasant flip when I think of him. He has been avoiding me completely. He leaves the house before I wake up and only comes back late at night to stand on his balcony. I should have told my father about his smoking, but I did not. He wanted to kiss me again that day in his room. As much as I truly dislike him, I like his mouth. So, I would not have objected to a second kiss.
I make myself walk to the door of my chemistry class. Mr. Andy is at his desk, waiting for the other students. I am much too early. Watching the bald man through the small window in the door, I seriously think about turning around and running out of the school.
