My alarm goes off just then, and it makes the perfect excuse to get off the phone, which I desperately need because I don’t even know how to react to all of these disappointments anymore. Truthfully, Parents’ Weekend hadn’t even been on my radar alongside everything else, but now, all the little things I’ll be missing out on—the way my mom always tries to fix up my hair and tells me I look beautiful whether she succeeded or not, my dad’s Rice Krispies treats and warm hugs—are bringing me right back to the brink of tears.

God, I hate this week.

I also hate showering first thing in the morning, but I feel so disgusting and headachy and in need of a good cry, and the shower is the perfect place to deal with all three. Afterward, I throw my hair in a wet knot—I’ll deal with the aftermath later—pull on my most boring clothes, and lumber out the door in search of coffee and a pastry big enough to stand in for all my feelings.

Sabrina’s already at the Beast when I arrive, and I’m relieved to see she isn’t sitting with Heather. Or Salem, for that matter; I definitely need some caffeine and sugar before I can deal with last night’s whole weird visit. I use the tiny bit of energy I have to give her a little wave and then go retrieve my breakfast before collapsing in the seat next to her and taking a long sip of way-too-hot liquid.

“So, you do exist,” Sabrina says in a casual tone that isn’t casual at all. “I’d been wondering, considering I’ve barely seen you all week and then you bolted out of the talent show. You know I called you three times last night. And I do not make phone calls.”

She did. I saw them. But I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even know if I could get words out last night. I’m still not sure I can get them out now. Because of course the last person at this school I’m actually happy to see is mad at me. Of course I did something to piss her off. Of course her anger is valid. But I don’t have the energy to explain or apologize or defend myself or even formulate words. If I open my mouth, I will cry.

“I’m sorry,” I offer quietly, as soon as I think I can do it without breaking down. “I’m having a bad week, and I needed some air.”

“You know, most people talk to their friends about their bad weeks.”