I sighed as I woke up in the room, a bedroom that Mr. Hawk said that I could stay in for a few days. A few days to think it all over.
How not to be bullied?
Or how to live with being bullied?
That part of the conversation we never covered, but then again, we didn't say much about anything apart from him calling the school nurse. He'd told me after that I could move to another room, in the main house. His house. Mr. Hawk's. That was two days ago. I'd been online, spoken to the girls and they'd told me to get the f**k out of here. They wished they'd been here to help me, and I felt the same way, but didn't tell them that, there was no need to make them feel worse.
I'd stayed in this room, to myself.
Waiting.
Waiting to leave.
Not having the courage to tell Aunt Rose, let alone Un-c
