Kaela

Waiting for Friday felt like a slow, agonizing torture where every single hour drags long enough to make you question if you’re still sane or not. I knew the answer to that question. I was not.

By Wednesday, I had replayed the plan in my head a hundred times. But that was not enough.

When evening came, I was already poking for holes in it. When Thursday came, I didn’t care anymore.

I was sitting in class like everyone else, and the only thing that bothered me was ...