So the next day, after a long night of unreturned texts, messages, snap chat, comments on Instagram and Twitter and every other damned social media site (except for Facebook, Facebook was for old people), Daisy naturally took the next logical step. She told anyone whowould listen.

She spent lunch period in the nurse’s bathroom throwing up nothing. Meaning she simply wretched while sweat poured off her forehead, into her eyes and into her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of it and smell the industrial hand soap and she finally vomited up her morning coffee, what little was left anyway.

Knowing she would never make it to lunch, she sat on the bathroom floor and sent a massive group text to just about everyone once she was sure she wouldn’t puke long enough t...

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