I wanted to scream. I stared at the dorm and thought of Bonnie inside. I had to do something. My hands pushed through my hair. And like it did every time I thought of her, music played in my head. Notes danced, all to Bonnie’s pretty face. I took off at a sprint. I didn’t know what to do. She wanted me to go… …but I wasn’t sure that was something I could do.
