#Chapter25
Before I can agree or tell the truth or runaway, the teacher begins talking and all attention is aimed toward the front of the room. I flash the girls a smile before facing forward. I can't help but sink in my seat, wishing to be back at the high school; there no one cared where I came from. Maybe I can switch classes. There is no way I am talking to these girls ever again. These lies are destined to collapse in on me.
At lunch, Vivianne and I meet in the lunchroom as we planned. I find her waiting against the wall with Imogen right as I pass through the doors. Just as she sees me, I make a face, a defeated face, a face to show her that I've already messed up. I hurry over with my backpack slipping from my shoulder.
/"Wrenley? What is it?/"
