Chapter 19 The Apology

• I wasn't brave enough to skip school after my spectacular exit, and that day was my last period in Languages (French precisely), so I had a paper that was due.
• I was the first person out of the building when the last bell rang, running as quickly as I could to the bike shed—which wasn't very fast, given that I was always the last person chosen for teams in gym class. Victoria, though, may have something to do with my lack of popularity in gym class.
• For the zillionth time today, my phone buzzed and showed me another text from one of my friends. Mark had been attempting to contact me during French class, urging me to speak with him since it was evident that I was not feeling well. However, I simply hung up on him in the hopes that he would understand that I needed some time to process my emotions.