Chapter 5: Cold Stares and Hot Grudges
- Crystal Crawford
- Jul 25, 2022
- 9 min read
I awoke the next morning to the annoying buzz of my alarm clock and the lingering image of deep-blue eyes in my mind. It was still dark outside, as usual—whose idea had it been to make high school start so early in the morning, anyway? My natural night-owl tendencies were probably genetic, but I was certain I’d read somewhere that optimal brain energy happened much later in the day for teenagers than 7AM.
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