“How was your day?”
Brooke beamed at me. That infuriatingly robotic smile that I didn’t believe was truly genuine.
“Fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Fine is better than awful.”
I climbed into the car and slammed the door a little harder than necessary behind me as Brooke got in and started the engine.
“Come on, kiddo. I’m just trying to look out for you.”
“Theater studies was better than I thought.”
“And English? You love English, don’t you?”
“We’re studying poetry. I think it will be fun to work on.”
“Did you make any friends?”
“No.”
“Do you want to go to an after-school club or something? That might help you meet some people.”
“It’s only my second day. I’ll settle in, but everything here is new to me and I’d rather get used to this place before I start worrying about socializing. Beside
