Second semester is a book based on Charlie's second last year of high school. Her experiences in her first real relationship with the schools "bad boy", and some traumatic flashbacks of her past as she works through anxiety and ptsd. That was the first time I noticed how much the kids around me had been paying attention. Their wide eyes and sticky hands had been playing hopscotch while I spent recess in the office. They learned how to count to 10 in french while I cried alone in the hallway. They sang the national anthem while I closed my eyes to pray every morning. "Dear god, please don't let me be anxious today. Mom will be mad if I call home again." Too bad it never worked the days don't feel quite as empty as they once did. the days don't blend. they don't loop or drag on endlessly perusing my mind into a haze so bland and predictable. sure, i'm high. so so fucking high. always. that's my flaw now