She came home one Tuesday afternoon, her shoulders slumped and her eyes red-rimmed from crying. I was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner when I heard her drop her … Continue reading Part 21. Isla turned fifteen, and with it came the beautiful, chaotic storm of high school. The transition was not without its hurdles, as the social dynamics of teenagers are notoriously complex and unforgiving.
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