The next few days dragged on. I had classes on Monday and just went through the motions. I wanted to drop out but my father had forbade it. When I came back from the west coast, I had planned to take a year off school. My Dad wouldn't have it. He insisted I enroll at the local college. I hadn't decided on a major yet but was torn between nursing and veterinarian school. It was just a matter of whether I preferred animals or humans. Right now, animals seemed preferable. I had trouble focusing in class. I checked my phone a few times, expecting to hear from Carrie but nothing. It wasn't like her to give me the cold shoulder. Especially when I was mad at her. I told myself I didn't care. That she could go to hell, but I knew I was lying to myself. I was hurt and the fact that she didn't seem
