-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Haunted by Beyoncé)
I froze.
The door clicked shut behind me, and my stomach twisted into a knot, and cold sweat formed on my forehead.
I didn't turn around immediately. I couldn't. I could not do it even though, I really wanted to turn around and see who entered the room, knowing well, it would be Kathrine.
I just stood there, my fingers still hovering over that stupid little purple bike.
I knew who it was.
I felt her.
Her presence was like a sudden shift in the air—something unavoidable, something that seeped into my skin whether I wanted it to or not.
I inhaled sharply and forced myself to turn around slowly.
And there she was.
Kathrine Andrews.
Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, head tilted slightly to the side.
She is still wearing her school uniform just like
me…Her uniform, reminded of the fact that she was still wearing my clothes.
