Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 28

(Angel's POV)

Charlotte sat on her bed, looking frustrated. "I no understand why they do this," she said. "I already tell them I come here by mistake. I am transfer student, not patient."

Hande and I exchanged a sympathetic glance. "What did they say exactly?" Hande asked.

"They want me write letter," Charlotte replied. "Say I no make easy for them. But I no know what that mean."

Hande frowned. "That doesn't make sense. You've already explained the situation to them."

Charlotte nodded vigorously. "I know. But they just say I need write letter. Say I no cooperate."

Hande put a hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll help you write the letter. We'll make sure it's clear and explains everything."

Charlotte looked relieved. "Thank you, Hande. I no know what I do without you."

For some reason, Cylan had not get gotten back after she left earlier looking sad. All she had said too was that she was going to the same management that was making things difficult for Charlotte. Dilada was nowhere to be found, as usual. She was always off doing her own thing, and we rarely saw her in the room. But the rest of us were concerned about Charlotte's situation.

We spent the next hour helping Charlotte write the letter, explaining what she needed to say and how to say it. She struggled with the words, but we were patient with her.

As we finished up the letter, Cylan walked into the room, looking sad.

Cylan walked into the room, looking really sad. She didn't say anything to us, just went straight to her bed. We all looked at each other, concerned.

Hande

Cylan just shook her head and turned away. We tried to talk to her, but she

open up, and acted grumpy all day. This was unlike her - Cylan was always bubbly and always had something to

room and we tried to

everyone was asleep, I heard Cylan crying. My heart broke as I realized she was really hurting. I wondered what was wrong, but I didn't

had broken Cylan's heart? Was it something with her family? Or maybe

I didn't know if she would want me to. So I just lay there, listening to her cry, and wondering what

....

feeling really famished. Cylan was already seated at the table, playing with her food. I cautiously sat beside her, remembering how she had cried last night. Her eyes had a sad look to it, and it looked like she hadn't slept much. She was ignoring the

my right was Hande and I tried to make small talk, but Cylan's silence was

her cutlery on the plate and sighed deeply. The sound stopped the flow of conversation immediately. It looked like she was finally

Cylan?" Hande asked, concern etched

nervously. "It's

a beat. I felt

do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice

audible. "I think the center had

corner of the table, eating her breakfast like she didn't care. But I knew she was listening. "Don't talk about it here," I warned Cylan, trying

eyes wide with fear. She glanced at Dilada too, but Dilada just kept eating, her

but I couldn't quite

the conversation stilted.

that she worked as. A cleaner there and she and Cylan were either exchanging fond looks or together. I walked alongside Cylan, trying to offer her some comfort. "We'll figure it out," I said.