Chapter 39 Seeing Through Me
- Alex’s P.O.V
- The school’s fluorescent-lit hallway felt like a prison as I moved toward my next class, the monotony of high school grating on my nerves like something I can't really explain.
- Same classes, same faces, same pointless charade I’d repeated for decades to blend in. I stifled a yawn, my boots scuffing the linoleum, my mind drifting to anything but the calculus lecture waiting for me.