Either way, I could feel the sweat starting to form pit stains under my arms. I had to get to homeroom and sit down for a moment before I collapsed in a pile of sweaty wool.
"It’ll probably just mean another screaming match with him and Mom. What’s one more when we can actually waste our time actually communicating in a constructive manner instead?"
I had the bus rude in the morning to tide me over, so I could at least finish the second chapter on the way to school. Maybe even have the Snickers then, as well.
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