I started to text Faith three times on Sunday, but each time I gave up. What could I say? For two and a half days now I’ve walked to school on my own, gone to my locker by myself and eaten lunch alone on the other side of the cafeteria. I’ve hardly spoken to a soul in the hallways—except for the kids from our improv class, who I’ve discovered are surprisingly friendly. The class itself has been awkward, with Mr. J. staring at me like he’s trying to figure out what went wrong and Faith staying as far away from me as possible. The rest of my teammates—ex-teammates, that is—look anywhere but directly at me. Mark’s sad eyes are the only ones that will meet mine. Fortunately, I’ve managed to avoid seeing Asha altogether. Being ripped apart from my team and my best friend has been worse than awful. But all this solitude has given me plenty of time to think about what I want and what I should do—about the right thing to do. And I’ve made up my mind.
What do You think about Raising The Stakes (2015)?
