Break From Reality. Daily.
“Skylar,” my homeroom teacher Ms. Bean said, “thank you for being part of the buddy program for your sophomore year. I’ll get you introduced to your buddy as soon as they’re here.” I’d been deeply focused on doodling pictures of my cat all over my new notebooks, trying to forget about the school year ahead…
“Happy birthday, dear Petunia…”
I listened to Mom and Dad sing the high parts a little too high and the low parts a little too low.
“Happy birthday to you!”
This was the eighth time they’d sung this song to me and the second time they’d sung it without Skylar. Skylar had been my best friend ever since I’d started living with her.
