“Oh hey Isabella, are you done with the class?” she nodded and took a seat in front of me. “That’s good, that’s good. And the message I was typing…actually, never mind. I don’t want to burden you with my vents or annoy you with them. Don’t worry it’ll be fine.”
I have no idea why she was staring at me as If she wanted to gouge my eyes out right then and there but it sure was menacing. “Just answer a question for me. Do you feel like talking about it or not?” Hmmm well I wouldn’t mind talking about it, it would actually be better if I could get some opinions on this matter too. But ehhh I don’t know talking about this stuff will make the other think I am too self centered or something along those lines.