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. This morning, by the time the bell rang to dismiss first period, he'd handed out seven detentions, three office referrals, and accused Bridget of being up to something just because she smiled. His accusation, I wholeheartedly believe, was justified...because, boy! Was she ever smiling! It was a much needed change of pace in the Bridget department. Her depression seemed to have ended the moment a new man walked into her life. Her infatuation with Isaac Peyton was astronomical in comparison to any high school crush I'd ever witnessed. She's been planning a big move since the moment he walked into the classroom at the beginning of the week.
