By the time lunch rolled by, I was ready to crawl into a hole and die. The death glares from Aiden's girl fan clubs and the curious look on the guys' faces are enough to send spiraling for the hills.
I rushed to the restroom, suddenly feeling a little nauseous. Bumping into someone, I tendered a small apology before running into the toilet, spilling my insides into the bowl. The doctor said I would have to deal with this migraine, and with migraine comes nausea. Lucky me!
Rinsing my mouth, I glanced at myself in the mirror. My brown hair is up in a ponytail, my baby hairs framing the sides of my face. My eyes look puffy from not getting enough sleep.
"You can look for as long as you'll like, but it won't change what you look like." A voice sneered teasingly from behind me. Looking behind me, I come face to face with Ella Mackenzie.
