Saint Joseph School

Myshka held Brianna's shoulders and trembled slightly. She wasn't exactly sure what she was feeling, fear, anger, resentment, a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions, not hers but those that belonged to the girl she held tightly to. Reading her was like reading Diyar... complicated. There was something ...

Myshka felt like she was on cloud 9.

Diyar kissed me!

And I believe there was some sort of football game.