Ximena's POV
I wrenched open the passenger door of Glenda's sedan and hurled my backpack onto the floor with unnecessary violence. The door's crash echoed through the morning air, causing the entire car to shudder. Glenda's eyebrows shot up, immediately sensing the storm brewing inside me.
"Well, good morning sunshine," she said sarcastically, shifting into drive. "What's got you in such a delightful mood? Did someone forget to stock the cereal cabinet again?"
My arms crossed defensively over my chest as I fixed my gaze on the windshield ahead. My pulse hammered against my ribs, my breathing shallow like I'd just run a marathon instead of storming out of my own house. "Can we just go?" I bit out, my tone razor-sharp.
Glenda shot me a knowing look. "Oh, absolutely not. You don't get to pull the mysterious brooding act on me. This isn't some teen drama. Talk to me, Ximena. What went down?"
