“Are you guys done negotiating my life yet?”
By the end of the week, things weren’t perfect, but they were better. The counselor had shuffled Emily’s schedule so she wasn’t in the same English or Gym blocks as the main group of girls. Formal warnings were issued.
More importantly, the three of us started communicating more openly.
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We realized that while the world might be a mess, the three of us didn’t have to be. We just had to make sure we were all standing on the same side.
By the end of the week, things weren’t perfect, but they were better.
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