"HEY KIDDO," UNCLE Kimmy says opening up the blinds.
I groan, "Just five more minutes, please."
"No, you don't wanna miss the first day of school, do you?"
I pop up out of the covers as light fills my room. "School?!" My voice still has the bass from a heavy sleep. I get up. He doesn't have to tell me twice. I get ready shimmering through my closet and dresser to find the perfect outfit: a floral shirt with sweat pants. I ravel up my phone charger and hurry into Uncle Kimmy's car.
"When will I go back to therapy?" I ask throwing my backpack in the back seat just like old times.
"Soon."
"Good." My insides feel like they're about to explode and my stomach knots up like a pretzel because of my mixed emotions.
He pulls up to, what looks like, an old church with kids standing around it laughing and talking. Uncle Kimmy hugs me, "Good luck, Indiana, love you."
"Love you, too. Text Cass and tell her that I love her and miss her with four heart emojis, please."
He laughs, "Okay, new kid."
I hug him one more time as if I'm never going to see him again. I walk up to the wooden doors. "Okay, Indie, you got this," I say to myself. I look up at the big bold words: West World High School. I exhale. I'm the new girl in a new life. In a new world.