Chapter 30 The Game

• Bertha’s POV
• I trudge down the hallway toward Literature class, navigating through a small crowd of students. Most call out to me, and I force a smile, doing my best to respond warmly despite the gnawing dread constricting my chest. It’s not just the mess with Ford that's making me feel antsy, Mondays have a unique way of being pure torture.
• As I settle into my seat in class, I dig into my bag for my textbook, instead, my hand brushes against somethiang crisp and smooth. Then my stomach tightens.