I've always wondered:
What's the worst thing in life?
Is it being the person everyone sees as a murderer… even when you didn't commit the crime?
Is it getting kicked out of school because people believe you're a threat… or not good enough to stay?
Or maybe…it's falling for someone you're terrified might never truly be yours.
Or watching your mom slip further away every day because you can't raise enough money to save her?
Or the constant ache of doubting yourself….. because no matter what you do, you'll always be the boy who pushed Liam.
The boy everyone whispers about in the halls.
The boy they all wish would just disappear.
My thoughts crashed into each other.
"Mr. Rivera?"
I blinked, the room snapping into focus. It felt like my brain had whiplash. My eyes flicked up to Mrs. Healy.
"Are you still with us?" she asked.
I swallowed and nodded, even though my throat felt tight.
