When Paula came down the stairs, I actually felt sorry for her. I could tell she was having a really hard time with all of this. She didn’t seem to want to cause anything today either, because she walked right past me without a second glance. Today she wasn’t just playing the role she was meant to. Today she was really feeling it all. It wasn’t fake tears she was trying to hold back, or shivers that were wracking her boy. She was genuinely sad.

At this point I felt like I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt awkward, out of place, and useless. Everyone around me looked so sad, and the one girl that needed me the most, wouldn’t let me help. All I could do was wait, wait for the shower, wait for this day to end, wait for my girl to come around. So, I sat down at the counter, and I waited.

The first day had been hell, and well, so was the rest of the four days. I had been praying for the weekend to come, almost on my hands and knees. School had just started, and I was already losing my mind to those brick wall and never ending hallways. Everything about that building screamed get out while you can!