C78 Sorry for yourself

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