The day of the start of the trials came. The night before, I'd barely gotten enough sleep as my mind raced. I was finally able to get some sleep when I flipped the pages of Dad's journal and read about the first day he got there.
I envisioned his experience in my head, and it gave me comfort and a sense of direction. His writings were like a guide. Eventually, I slept off with the book cradled in my chest and dreamt of beautiful memories I made with dad.
I woke up with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes. My only regret was that we didn't have time for make more memories.
We headed to the bathroom which was a public one with a lot of stalls to offer a little bit of privacy.
I wasn't used to sharing space like this. The whispers and glares were stifling. Some girls wouldn't stop eyeing me. They probably hated my guts more after causing a scene last night.
I washed myself and headed back to the dormitory.
