ELLA
The loud sound of Quincy pressing the car horn reverberated throughout the house, and I groaned.
We had come to a silent arrangement over the course of this budding relationship—he would pick up Lyla, then stop by my house to pick me up too.
We always went to school together. At first, it seemed strange because I was used to walking to school by myself and being alone with my thoughts.
Now, I was stuck listening to the sound of their voices talking about the previous day and trying to rope me into the conversation. More often than not, I chose silence, as I would rather listen. Today was one of those days.
I picked up my bag and walked to the door, locked it behind me, and got into the car. The ride to school was like any other. Lyla sat in the front seat talking with Quincy, and I enjoyed being ferried from one place to the other.
What I didn’t anticipate was that this morning had a lot in store for me. When we arrived at the gate, I saw something that made my heart race.
I didn
