Today is the first day of school and also the first time I am resuming a new semester without Maria.It's odd.

　　I pass a look at my reflection in the rearview mirror.I don't look so bad.No makeup except a dab of red lipstick.Ben's clip—the second colourful item of my outfit—is keeping my hair away from my face.

　　My fingers shake slightly at the thought of Ben.I miss my boyfriend.I touch the butterfly on the clip and a wry smile forms on my lips.I haven't been ...