Bypassing the school, she walked home, deep in thought. She knew her parents wouldn’t be home, so she was relieved. She didn’t want to tell them why she was home so early.
She went up to her bedroom as soon as she walked in the door. Putting her backpack down, she sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her floor.
“What is going on with me?” she whispered.
Getting up, she grabbed her journal from her desk and brought it back to the bed. She opened it to a blank page and started writing, first documenting her dream before moving on to the incident at school. She paused as she wrote about throwing up something red and chunky, trying not to focus on what it could have been.
Then she wrote about the kiss with Luke and how it startled her.
“I’m not sure if I liked it or not,” she w
