The lunch lady watches me from the corner of her eyes but I ignore her look and keep on chopping the carrots.
I need to do something with my hands.
I need to do anything with my hands. I'm pretty sure if I had been in class I would have been the most jittery and irritable thing to ever sit in a seat, and yeah, that's how bad my emotions are right now.
Cara is at the door to the booth waiting for me to come out when I'm done but that doesn't make me work any faster.
I cut and I chop and just let the steady motions take me away. I don't want to think because if I do think, only one thing comes to mind in my thoughts and I hate it.
I hate the fact there is only one thing i can think of and that thing is none other than the words of a man who i am certain hates me down to my last bone.
Give up Mr Ayden's offer and hand it over to Jane?
My throat clogs up as I think of it and I blink back tears. What the hell.
I can't even wrap my head around it. She already convinced our father and mothe
