Chapter 32 – The Crazy Question (Anj‘s POV) 

This is the third time I yawn, and Dylan and Anya glance at me every time I do that. I blinked and tried to focus on what I was reading, but I couldn‘t help myself from closing my eyes. I already slept early last night, yet I still feel sleepy and tired. 

I shook my head, but when I couldn‘t force my eyelids to stay open, I rested my head, pressing my forehead on the book on the table. 

“Is she okay?” i heard Dylan asking Anya. 

“I‘m not sure,” She whispered, “She‘s been acting weird, and even Sister Grace is worried about her.” 

I groaned, raising my head to look at them. “I can hear you, you know.” I wanted to cry, not understanding what was wrong with me. Maybe my body was already asking me to rest because ever since I returned, I made myself very busy, focusing on work and my studies to forget about Sky. 

“Last night, we caught her memorizing the prayer book in Latin,” she clucked her tongue.“ Maybe she‘s possessed or something.” 

I sneered at her but chuckled as I remembered Aunt Rose calling Sister Grace last night because she thought I was possessed, reciting the prayer in another language. I need to get distracted, and my hobby of making perfume is not helping me these days. Some scents made me nauseous, and when I tried forcing myself to create a perfume, I ended up vomiting in the bathroom. 

“What are you doing later?” Dylan asked Anya, whispering this time when the librarian glared at us

to ask me for a date?” She joked and covered her mouth

put it in my mouth in a hurry. He narrowed his eyes at me. “What‘s in your pocket, Anj?” I shook my head, fixing my eyes on

I shook my head again, but she put her hand inside my pocket, taking out one stick. “Rabbit!” She wrinkled her nose. “I knew it! You‘re the one stealing

live in that house, remember?” I complained, and perhaps my voice was a bit

making noise, go somewhere else,” she said, eyeing the carrot stick in my pocket. “No eating in

time, I wanted to puke as soon as I smelled it.” Oh, dear God!” Good thing we were near the doorway. I left my

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your blood sugar low again?” Anya asked when I went out of the restroom. I glanced at Dylan and saw him peeking

entered the restroom, so I stepped out and

Anya raised her eyebrows at me, giving me my bag and books.

 

at me as if he wanted to take me to the hospital. “Thanks,” I smiled. “This is nothing serious, Dylan,” I assured him as I opened the cap

last time you said that we were in the ambulance the

was twelve,” I chuckled, remembering I stupidly ate expired food. He smirked

buy me ice cream and let go of his worries. One thing about Dylan was that he would follow me around until he was

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