Chapter 32

I took the ceramic cup and picked it up, bringing it close to my lips to blow it. Steam rising above the dark liquid. I sipped on it and the bitter taste filled my senses, flooding my taste buds and I savored it, letting the liquid slide down my throat, and it left a hot trail behind.

I never liked coffee but today was an exception. This headache was going to kill me.

I waited the whole night to tell the others, calling them to pick me up in my house on their way to school...