20. Car Ride

I had woken up just in time to put on the first thing that came my way, grab my backpack from where it sat on the floor, hurry down the stairs and then shout out I was leaving.

After that horrible nightmare, I had been comforted by Karl and then lulled into a deep dreamless sleep; and that resulted in my not hearing the alarm clock and only waking up at the sound of my phone going off – Seth had arrived to pick me up, like usual, and he was waiting for me.

Damn I hate Mondays, I mentally scowled at the prospect of having to endure school.

I entered the car, greeted him gruffly and then closed the door with more force than I intended.

“Someone’s grumpy,” he chuckled.

“Just drive,” I sighed, checking in the mirror if there were any bags under my make-up free, light blue eyes, and thankfully finding none. I sincerely hoped our ride to school would be spent in a comfortable silence.

“About yesterday,”