They didn’t stop when she stomped her feet on the carpet. She cleared her throat, but they only changed positions so that the girl’s shoulders pressed painfully against Flowers and You and Weeding for the Ages. The girl clung to her boyfriend fiercely, digging her nails into his blazer. When she ...
When she wasn’t charm-making, the hours she spent at school dragged. Nothing a teacher taught or a friend said distracted her for long. When Saturday arrived, she breathed a sigh of relief before her stomach immediately twisted into new and tighter knots. “Finally,” she almost sobbed, ducking her...