Barren
“Where were you yesterday?” Ethan questions as we take our seats at the lunch table. Truthfully, yesterday I'd feigned sick while my bruises and cuts healed some. While I healed some, emotionally. I wasn't exactly stable enough to come to school. I'm not even sure if I am now.
“Twenty-four hour stomach bug, man,” I reply simply.
“Dude, are you okay? You've been acting weird lately,” he continues.
“I'm fine,” I assure him, smiling. I guess my smile looks real enough to believe becau