NIRELLE

Yvette's face morphed into confusion as she turned from me and walked to the table. She sat down, and the rest of her friends followed her, all sitting down and taking up the glass filled with red liquid. My feet felt heavy, and I did not want to do any of this, but I knew that to get the result I needed, I had to do things that I did not like. I take a deep sigh and walk over to the table, sliding into the only empty chair that was obviously for me.

"Mom, are you not going to answer my ...