Chapter 39 - 40

It's been two weeks of my last encounter with Caleb and I feel fine about it. In fact, whenever our path collides we stare straight ahead. Like strangers all over again. Realizing that it's the second time around. Déjà vu much... actually come to think of it, it's a bittersweet feeling not having him around, but nevertheless, were fine per se. My hand though is heeling perfectly. The thing is, Pete and Ashley always offers to drive me home, or sometimes we'd head out for some ice creams or whatnot. Since I can't do anything other than flipping through pages of text books, or eating with my left hand, nor typing with my left hand, since I had to print a five pages singled space essay about World War I and II. It was completely challenging and at the same time tedious. Because I'm not a fan, nor interested in watching black and white films.