Redding Jones knows that Clark Menzel has always been her best friend, and will always be.
But when she wakes up from a coma, Red discovers that the promise of being BFFs with Clark seemed to have been broken at some point.
Her main goal is to find...
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Breathe in.
My heart slowed as I took steps towards the cafeteria, as my mind still meditated on Mr. Sabbini's words.
Breathe out.
He was right. For someone who looked so young, he emulated so much wisdom that actually made sense.
Breathe in.
I would take his advice. And I would also not ignore what my psychologist told me. I had to take charge of the current changes that would be thrown at me.
Breathe out.
'Remember to breathe, Jones,' Mr. Sabbini had said. He had led me to his office after witnessing my breakdown and being the victim of my sudden logorrhea. 'Whenever you experience too many emotions at the same time, all you have to do is breathe, so as to keep calm.'
'Okay,' I had replied.
'I won't tell you much, because you're a case I have never handled before,' Mr. Sabbini had admitted.
A sense of dejection and defeat had washed over me at the time, and I had almost concluded that there was nothing he could say to make me feel better. I slumped in my seat.
But he continued talking. 'Trust your instincts. Your mind is quite unreliable right now, so you need to listen to your heart.'
I pondered over his statement before nodding slowly.
'The heart never forgets,' said Mr. Sabbini, and it had been the highlight of my day. 'And instincts never lie.'
He had given me a hallway pass to allow me to head to the office and explain my situation better, before asking for my schedule and locker placement and its combination.
I had walked out of that office feeling a bit confident and no longer as scared because I was set for today. I would try not to ask anyone anything. I would give off the ambiance of someone who knows exactly what they were doing as if they had done it for three years.
And so far, until lunchtime, it had worked. I had gone through the classes without looking as awkward, even though some tried to talk to me. I simply told them I wasn't feeling well.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I stood in front of the double doors of the cafeteria's doors, which were still blue. That threw me off a bit because I thought they had changed the school colors. I shrugged it off.
