Justyn told her. “I wish you’d stop torturing yourself. Maybe the move was just too much of a strain on him. Or maybe he was older than we thought. Whatever happened to Gizmo, it had nothing to do with you.” Rebecca sighed. “I guess you’re right.” The whole day had been depressing. She and Justyn had taken little Gizmo and found him a nice resting spot under a tree in the woods. Rebecca had spent most of the morning crying about it, and then she had trouble paying attention in class. Later, she got back her very first grade on the English paper, which she had slaved over for hours. She had only gotten a C, which stressed her out because she had to maintain at least a 3.0 grade point average or she could lose her scholarship. Combine those two elements with the fact that the director seemed to hate her, and her first semester in college wasn’t shaping up to be all that she had planned. Thank goodness she had Justyn.
