I noticed Paige smiling at me. I turned down the music so it was only a low hum in my ears—a new habit.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head slightly, “Nothing. Hey, do you want some hot cocoa?”
I nodded. She disappeared for a moment and then reappeared, “Water’s boiling. So, how are you feeling about the finals tomorrow?”
I grimaced. She laughed, “You’ll do fine.”
I sighed, “Doesn’t matter. Even if I ace them… the highest I can get is a B in one class… C’s in the others.”
“C is better than a D. C is passing,” she pointed out.
I knew that, we’d been over it a hundred times. It was still annoying though. It’s hard to believe that not to long ago I was almost a straight A student. But that was before… I winced, letting that thought end unfinished.
This was the downside to learning how to think again. Some thoughts were painful.
“So, do you have any ideas for a present for your mom?” she asked. I shook my head. Paige was spending Christmas with us, as her parents couldn’t get plane tickets.