Sheila keeps provoking us in the following lessons. She’s loud and obnoxious, acting like the world is suddenly revolving around her. And she doesn’t seem like someone who went through a terrible loss at all. She doesn’t even act like she just came from a rough patch in her life. I can’t read her, and it bothers me more than it should.
She occupies my thoughts again when I hear her talking to some of our classmates during our last period before lunch. We have beneficial elementary magic, a class I usually thrive in, just like all the other classes that have to do with magic. But in that moment, as I’m saying the incantation, I hear Sheila speak up behind me. “I’m tough, I’ve lived through one of the worst experiences in life, but I’m back here. I’m stronger than ever and I won’t let anyon
