Ugh, I can't believe a little rain stuffed me up like this. Now I'm a bit sick. My body feels weak, and to my surprise, Ethan wasn't there to pick me up in the morning as I had become accustomed to. It wasn't what I wanted after yesterday, but at least Matt didn't sleep over, as I feared he would. He was sitting across from the breakfast table, glaring daggers at me, probably because I punched him in a jealous rage. But what can I say? I like Ethan way more than I thought.
"I'm going to school," I said to no one in particular before picking up and leaving. Breakfasts at home had become quiet and tense as of late. Mom was still holding a grudge about me cutting my hair without her permission. Dad was upset because I made Mom upset, and he had no backbone to tell her to get over it because I wasn't a doll. And... well, I didn't know why Matt was upset, but it was most likely because I was alive and well.
Maybe he didn't hear what he wanted to hear from Ethan.
