Lorraine
"Your grades are slipping." Dean Reynolds said from the other side of his desk. "I thought you were a genius?"
"Sorry to disappoint." I said dryly.
We were only a month and a half into the semester, and I was struggling. I knew it, and I knew this meeting was coming too. I wasn't shocked when I got the call to report to Dean Reynolds' office. I was sleeping better at night, but that only meant that my days were far more congested with the more persistent spirits. The ones who were strong enough and determined enough to come find me the moment I was awake.
It was becoming hard to even focus on conversations. Having at least ten others in my head all at once. I would get breaks every now and then, but not much. Not the complete silence that I craved. Not what I needed to be
