Sheryl seemed

Sheryl’s POV

Today was the big day; my art piece was going to be shown to hundreds of people and I had never been more nervous in my entire life. My heart was racing rapidly in my chest as I stared myself over in the mirror that hung in my dorm

room.

I wore a casual evening gown and kept my hair down and slightly curled at the bottoms. I wanted a more business casual look. Rachel wore her usual ripped jeans and black gaming blouse with her pixie- style hair dyed purple.

I liked her style; it was the opposite of my style and I think that’s why we got along so well.

I pressed the palm of my hands to my stomach, feeling a wave of nausea forming in my throat. “Are you excited?” Rachel asked with a wide grin. “I’m terrified,” I admitted. “And also, a little guilty… I just wish Becca could be here too.”

“Don’t feel guilty. What happened to her wasn’t your fault. Plus, she’s going to be fine. She woke up

yesterday, remember?” Rachel reminded me.

It was true that Becca was going to be okay, a