Just like I expected, Kimberly didn't show up at school this morning. And honestly, who could blame her?
The only thing people are talking about in class is that old bastard priest's speech and how he broke down after everyone turned on him, crying in front of the whole world.
Only Naomi — by far the smartest and most compassionate out of all of them — doesn't say a single word about it.
Either way, I can't let Kimberly deal with all this on her own. So as soon as class is over, I head straight to her house.
I've only been there once, when she paid me back for the dress, but I still remember exactly where it is.
I try calling her a few times to let her know I'm on my way, but she doesn't answer. She doesn't call back either.
It's only normal to start worrying in a situation like this, right?
The news is full of stories about people doing something drastic after being publicly humiliated, and I don't even want to think that Kimberly might've done the same.
