The Ice Between Us
She knocked on my door like a tax collector demanding payment, urging me to get up and face the world.
So, here I stood at the entrance of this dreaded institution we call school, side by side with Zoe, who somehow always manages to radiate positivity even on the crummiest days.
I felt like I might throw up; the anxiety was crawling up my ribs, threatening to escape.
“Come on, H! You’ll be just fine,” Zoe chirped, casually looping her arm through mine, as if she could physically anchor me to the ground.
I shot her a skeptical glance. Zoe was the type of person who saw sunshine in even the cloudiest of skies. She was basically a walking, talking ray of optimism.
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