I took my schedule, my map, and my abject horror and made my way to class, reading it again and again as I went. Unfortunately it stayed the same every time.

“I'd sit in a circle and a bunch of people who'd been through as much shit as I …”

“The teacher, Mrs. Jennings...makes us sit in a circle. An elementary school, du…”

“Where did you go?' His voice drops just slightly and loses even the suggestion …”

“I don't know if I'm okay. It shouldn't be possible to be this close to another …”