Elena

I let out a long sigh as I take the driver’s seat. I want to cry. I feel terribly annoyed and sick. My throat feels sore from the remaining tears I’ve been holding back.

“Elena, you look pale. Are you okay?” Ella asks.

I’m burying my head in the steering wheel, trying to calm myself before starting the car.

“I don’t know, I will be fine.” I say carefully. I don’t want Ella to know anything about what I face in school. I’m keeping her out of ...