Chapter 84 Made-up

• My eyes were encircled with dark circles that resembled purple bruises, causing the fatigue that flickered out of my dead eyes. I was so heavy-set that I had to lean on the counter to stay upright while I watched Tyrone break eggs into a bowl. The class was bickering and chatting loudly, and Ms Wilson called on each couple to calm down.
• With just four weeks remaining until the end of the semester, we had less than twenty lessons left to select our final recipe, bake it, and ensure every little detail of the design was perfect.
• Some groups found it challenging to develop a recipe worthy of a grade because of the stress. Tyrone's eyebrows were furrowed with tension, but I was too exhausted to feel anything other than fatigue. Things were strained between Mom and me after the horrible nightmare I'd had three days prior. She had been giving me disappointed looks at the dinner table and was agitated.