Longcuts by IngramSpark Book-Building Tool v1.0.0

Author:IngramSpark Book-Building Tool v1.0.0
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lang Verhaal Company

14

The next week was finals, which put a pause on everything else for a week. No work, no normal school hours—we only had to show up for our scheduled finals each day, and then each of us could go home. Even normal meals seemed like too much, and I shoveled in breakfast bars or potato chips in my room while studying, outlining, and writing final papers.

In the end, finals went fine—I got four As and two Bs—and then I spent the weekend decompressing, helping Mom clean the house, baking cookies (no New Year’s diet resolutions for either of us, thanks) and catching up on the DVR.

Soon, Sunday night rolled around. Again, I was filled with anxiety and some dread. Tomorrow was the start of a new semester, and with it, everything would be new again. I’d have a whole different set of classes, and after checking with Cristina, I realized that I was moving to A lunch while she’d still be in B lunch.

“I know, it sucks,” she said, a little apologetically. “I’m sure you’ll be okay, though!”

“Oh, sure,” I said nonchalantly, panicking on the inside. “I’ll be fine.”

“Too bad we don’t have an open campus like River Hills,” she said. “They get to go anywhere they want for lunch! And the school’s right in their downtown, so they can walk to like, eight different restaurants and be back in half an hour. By the way, did I tell you that Chase is taking me out to dinner tomorrow?”

I held in my sigh and tried my best to feel happy for her.

“That’s awesome. Where’s he taking you?”

She chattered on, and I listened politely for a while before begging off for bed. I wasn’t gonna dwell on her and Chase. Honestly, my jealousy-slash-disappointment was starting to fade, little by little. But I still felt sort of crappy overall. It wasn’t just about being passed over. With the new semester starting, my anxiety was going into overdrive.

I laid awake and thought how unfair it was that I’d come so far and yet nowhere at all in the past two weeks. It was hard enough for me to come back to Snow Ridge at all after winter break. To have to start all over yet again just two weeks later? That sucked.

To be fair, classes were okay the next morning—only one of my morning classes changed, with my P.E. period switching to third so that I could take the Childcare and Development elective just after lunch instead. I was looking forward to this class—the high school ran an actual preschool, with three- and four-year-olds in the classroom three days a week.

So then, ugh, lunchtime. I figured I’d just find an empty table like I had a couple weeks ago and hope for the best. But, I’d barely gotten through the lunchroom entrance when that plan changed.

“Hey, Ella!” said a voice behind me. “Sit with us?”

I whirled around. It was Jono.

“Sure,” I said, feeling my muscles in my shoulders unclench slightly as I followed him to a table in the center.

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