I walked down the street, listening to Joan. I didn't want him out of my life..he was kinda nice.
"SOPHINA!" She yelled. I looked at her, my eyes begin to floold with tears.
"Whats wrong? Oh.." she cought on. She understood.
"Sophie, I understand. You feel bad, you kinda like him, you'd feel like a monster." She rubbed my head. "I'll text Clara and tell her your sick, and we can go to the hotel. Besieds we have like, three audtions tomore. I understand." She smoothed my hair.
"I know." I whispered.