Chapter Eight: Sour

There are moments in life where you should embrace whatever is happening, good or bad, and appreciate the lesson it is giving you. I wish there weren’t as many bad things for me to learn from, but everything that has happened has lead me here. I know I’m not making any sense right now, but I promise I will tell you all about it as we go.

As my feet touched Italian grounds, and I could breathe the fresh summer air, I felt at ease. As if I were home. That good feeling has lasted ten steps, until I tripped in front of my whole class, thanks to Jessica’s foot purposely on my way. Trying to hold on to something, I scraped my hands on the floor and took a while to stand up, as I was still getting used to the pain. I murmured a curse as I realized that several of my things that were inside my purse, now were scattered on the floor, and Theo helped me up, looking at Jessica with murder eyes.

‘Watch it, big foot.’ She pushed the tiny posh girl on her shoulder. She looked at F