Maisie
I awoke the next morning with dread in my stomach.
It didn't matter how hard I tried to think of a way out of the summons, I simply couldn't, and by the sun was high in the skies and the hallways were filled with students, I was literally dying from anxiety.
"Maisie, it can't be that bad," Regina said as we waited our turn to be assigned to one of those luxury coaches. It was class by class, and the seniors went in first. "I'm sure it'll be a walk in the park. From all we've heard, the Queen seems pretty… reasonable."
I didn't know what it was. All day and night yesterday, I couldn't get rid of the bad feeling that swelled in my chest.
I liked to think I was discerning of bad situations, but I'd had so many terrible things happen to me in the last couple of months that I could no longer tell if this was a bad situation. Or if this was simply protocol.
