Diana's P. O. V
Thursday morning.
The day I was going to school, I could have just waited till next week Monday when my cast was coming off, but that seemed too long. It seemed like the longer I stayed at home the more thoughts of West wouldn't leave my head. I needed to see him and clear my mind, and maybe ask how Annie is doing.
Makela's driver dropped me off at school, I really didn't want to come to school together with her, but it was inevitable and unavoidable.
"Just don't stress the arm, and watch where you're going this time." Makela teased before stepping out of the car.
I knew I was beyond her dry humour, but I couldn't help but want to strangle her with my own two hands.
The driver helped me out of the car, and carried my backpack for me, accompanying me as I walked through the halls. If I was an ostrich, then my life would be so much better right now, at least I could bury my head in the sand.