Bridget yelled, throwing a pillow at the poster hanging on my bedroom wall. “I'm sure he'll come around,” I said, trying to convince myself as well. Mr. Rivera had shown little improvement in the attitude department. In fact, he'd only gotten worse with each passing day. T...
I mumbled under my breath as I stopped at the only traffic light in town. I shook my head and listened to my left turn signal click—click, click, click, click. I swore even my car mocked me. The clicks seemed faster than usual. Today they were unusually taunting. A faint g...