Catherine slid into her seat in English class just as the bell rang. She breathed a sigh of relief, her perfect attendance record still intact. As Mrs. Hendricks began droning on about Shakespeare, Catherine's mind wandered back to Nelly. That moment of silence in the hallway had unsettled her more than she cared to admit.
The truth was, things had been different between them lately. Nelly's moods were becoming more unpredictable, her highs higher and her lows lower. Catherine worried about her friend, but didn't know how to broach the subject without pushing Nelly away.
A folded piece of paper landed on Catherine's desk, snapping her out of her reverie. She glanced around before carefully unfolding it.
"Roof. Lunch." Nelly's messy scrawl.
Catherine's heart raced. The roof was their