Forewarned about the rumours going around, I have prepared my heart and mind. My plan is very simple: keep my head down and don't answer questions. Hopefully that would get me through the day without raising too many eyebrows.
Who am I kidding? I'm walking with crutches and my bandaged leg is very visible despite my skirt length. It's like I have a tramp stamp on my forehead!
Anywho, I'd still stick to my plan.
Mum drops me off at school, crutches and all, with the strict instruction to call her if something goes wrong. We haven't necessarily been on speaking terms ever since she gave me an ultimatum: love or her. Okay, it's not like we haven't been speaking. She brings me breakfast, lunch and dinner and checks up on me routinely, but the atmosphere isn't as lively as before.
