Chapter 47 Seven

• “What is that, Sophia?” This time, it was father who asked, “Why are you not talking to anybody in school? Is anything the matter?”
• I kept quiet for a few seconds. Just thinking of a good response to give as I continue to stab my toast with my fork. When I could not come up with a believable lie, I decided to just confess the truth and tell them how I feel so that this question won’t be asked again.
• I dropped my fork, eyeing my toast that was not unrecognizable. I clasped together my hands on my laps.