I walk into 5th period history, Kay's mom's class, and imediately wonder where Kayla is. She had seemed distant today when I saw her in all our other classes. She never misses classes but I knew this was definitely not a her normal, run of the mill day either. "Ms. Young, where's Kay?" "I'm not really sure, Clarisse. Why don't you go look for her?" She sounded like she could care less. They must've been fighting. I decided to look for her. History was over rated anyway.
