Chapter Twenty-Two

Layla POV

I have been living with Marian for three years. Amy should be here soon; she comes every morning before school. I roll over in bed, saying “NO” and covering my head with my pillow as I hear the excitement in Amy’s voice; I don’t want to get out of bed.

“Wake up, Layla. It’s our first day back at school. We are going to rule.”

“I hate school, Amy.”

“But it's high school, Layla.”

“Fine, Amy, I am getting up.”

She laughs as she walks out of my room. It is not unusual for Amy to have breakfast with Marian and me; she is here early most mornings. I put on my favorite blue jeans and a t-shirt, slipping my feet into my sneakers.

I can hear Amy chatting to Marian in the kitchen; Amy stops when she sees me with a horrified expression on her face.

“You can't wear that; it's our first day; we need to make an impression.”

Marian laughs as Amy drags me back to my bedroom; she digs through my clothes until she finds a white tank top. I snatch it off her and put it on. she hands me a pair