“Hi Mona,” I greet her cheerfully as I walk into the common room. She glances up from the book she’s reading, her blue eyes wide with excitement.
“Hey…” She whispers, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Last night was…” I trail off, sitting next to her on the tweedy couch.
“It was… fun. I like you a lot, Isabelle."
I freeze. No one has said that to me in so long. It’s always been “I hate you” and “Go crawl in a hole and die. You’re worthless”. Someone actually cares.
“I like you too…” I mouth, entwining my fingers with her.
She shakes my hand away. “We should keep things private for now.”
“Yes… good idea,” I agree.
“Well… I’ve got to go.” She kisses me lightly on the cheek before springing from chair.
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It’s been two hours since I met Mona in the common room. Thankfully for us, no one had walked into the common room during our time there.
If someone had, I’d probably be spun into a strait-jacket faster than you could say “crazy”.
The nurse interrupts my thinking. “Isabelle? Miss Keats would like to see you.”
“Why? I don’t have an appointment until tomorrow.” I reply, confused.
“She said something about discussing things with you.”
“About what?” I ask. My palms sweat.
“The new girl, Mona…”
My mouth gapes. Someone had seen us… and tattled on us. Now I was in hot water.
