ELLA
Whoever decided that the weekend only consisted of two days was a really terrible person, and they were lucky I couldn’t go back in time to shake some sense into them.
It was Monday already, and I hated that I had to drag my barely healed body to this place and force myself to sit through classes.
I would’ve stayed home, but that would ruin my perfect attendance, and I had a test coming up after lunch. I wasn’t going to let an aching body take away the chance of increasing my credits.
If I started to feel faint, I’d simply go to the infirmary and spend some time with the nurse. I didn’t need to take any medication—if anything, the really sore parts of my body were healed, and the rest would be over before the end of the day. I just needed to rest.
I thought about the note I had read earlier. Since I got it, I had been trying to make sense of the text written on it, but to no avail. I couldn’t pinpoint why, but it felt oddly familiar.
I couldn’t understand what was written or why
