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 asked,

and turned away. We tried to talk to her, but she didn't want

acted grumpy all day. This was unlike her - Cylan was always

common room and we tried to watch TV, but it was hard to

asleep, I heard Cylan crying. My heart broke as I realized she was really

had broken Cylan's heart? Was it

if she would want me to. So I just lay there, listening to her cry, and wondering what the hell was

....

the dining hall, 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

was Hande and I tried to make small talk, but Cylan's silence was palpable. It was like a

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

wrong, Cylan?" Hande asked, concern etched

table nervously. "It's Emily," she

felt a chill

mean?" I asked, trying

voice barely audible. "I think the

I knew she was listening. "Don't talk

nodded, her eyes wide with fear. She glanced at

seemed suspicious, but I couldn't quite put

rest of the breakfast was tense, the conversation stilted. Cylan was quiet,

knew was that she worked as. A cleaner there and she and Cylan