CADEN
It's Monday morning, and I've risen early, as usual, mainly to avoid any chance of encountering the girl I've been avoiding for the past couple of days.
After slipping into a clean blue V-neck tee shirt and matching it with the joggers I wore to bed, I hear footsteps approaching Mad's door.
I decide to grab some coffee on campus; right now, I can't bring myself to face her.
I rush down the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator, fumbling for my car key in my pocket before sliding into the safety of my vehicle.
Before putting the car in drive, a relieved sigh escapes me.
Yesterday, in my efforts to avoid Mad, I ended up missing a video call with Dad and Martha.
Not that I'm a significant presence during those calls anyway. Most of the time, I sit and listen to Dad and Ma
