Skye did not to do this. She hated the thought of so many people. The crowded room. Everyone talking and communicating. The girl had to stop on the sidewalk outside to use her inhaler just to calm down. Slowly she walked toward the building, trying to act confident, a plate of freshly baked cookies in her hand.
Slowly she pushed the door open with her free hand, taking small shaky breaths. “I b-b-b-br-ro-o-o-ought-t c-o-o-o-ook-ki-i-ies.” she stuttered, faking an uncomfortable smile.












