Chapter 6 Amelia Forbes

• The next day, I arrived at school a lot earlier than I normally did, my new tactic at avoiding Jason, who was a chronic late comer. As soon as I got to school, I geared right into the homeroom, making sure to keep my head down, so Kimberly didn't spot me, signed my name and took my seat at the far end beside the window. 
• I was the only one present in the room—pretty much everyone had lives more exciting than I did—giving me the comfort to do whatever I wanted. Like eating the sandwich Nana had made me this morning just before I left for school.  
• Leaning back into my seat, I took a bite of the sandwich, my attention on the content of the phone in my hand. A text message from Benson popped up at the top as I scrolled through it. At once, I tapped the message.