Hazel laid on her bed, as she stared at the ceiling, thinking whether she had done the right thing. A part of her said that she was right to do this because of the way Micah treated her, but the other part of her disagreed and begged to differ.
She needed to communicate what she felt and why she was upset, instead of hiding like this.
She was upset with Micah, because he had taken away her freedom and forced her to do the thing that she didn't want, meeting Dalia every day didn't help with her case either, since she only got on her nerves every time they met.
The witch would always act as if she knew everything while Hazel knew nothing, which was true, since what she taught her was always something foreign to her.
"Ah! I don't know!" Hazel grumbled, as she covered her face with both of her arms. She didn't want to think about this, but this was not a problem that would go away just because she ignored it.