C19 Greyson

Porsha carried her bags to her room and slammed the door. Grey walked back to her room and found Ela sat on the bed, doing her eyebrows, wearing an old white dress of hers.

“Did I hear right?” Grey asked.

“Right about what?”

“Porsha? She said her parents don’t want anyone from the school going to the funeral she isn’t going either.”

Ela put her brush down. “Not going?”

“Weird huh?”

“Well