Half an hour before the call, I was sprinting across campus, backpack banging awkwardly between my shoulder blades. I'm late, late, late, so fucking late. I burst into the lecture hall with one minute to spare and fell into my seat with a sigh. The boy who always sat next to me was named Patrick Wu and he was always nice. Strange how unimportant little things stick in the brain.
Patrick gave me a sympathetic smile.
"This class is the worst," I told him for the millionth time and he nodded vehemently.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Life Flashes
ContoNessa Weber is nineteen when she receives a life altering phone call in the middle of class, and she knows, in that moment, that she will never be the same. But that's not where her story begins. It started five years ago when her dying grandmother...
