The next few days were tough for Lizzie. She ignored all the comments directed toward her as she walked through the halls of the school. Her face seemed frozen in a constant scowl, and her arms were sore from her constantly scratching them.
Elle even seemed to be cautious around her.
“Hey, Lizzie,” she said in a soft voice on Friday afternoon as they were getting the books they’d need for the weekend out of their lockers. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”
Lizzie looked at her with confusion on her face and asked, “What are we doing tomorrow?”
“We were going to go for a hike in the woods,” Elle said, a worried look on her face. “Remember?”
Lizzie looked at the ground, then back up at Elle, and nodded.
“That sounds right,” she said.
Then, shaking her head, she added, “I’m sorr
