Chapter Hundred and Twenty-two

NIA'S POV

I did not find it weird one bit that while others went about their ways for the day, struggling and thriving to accomplish that day's goal, I laid in bed with my legs crossed and stuffing my face with ice cream. I tend to do that a lot. Eat ice cream I mean. I was surprised that at this stage I was not sick already, it was a miracle. Instead of allowing the disappointment and anger to swallow me whole, u decided to just sit in my bedroom with my doors locked, face stuffed and just watch TV. 

Just as I was about to live out the dream to come true, I heard a subtle knock on my door. I sighed, then groaned. Burying my head in my pillow like some bratty sixteen-year-old. I sat up and gave my hair a few tosses to make it look like I was on a model doing a runway job.

"Come on in