The Wall and GoatChapter 16
It had been exactly fifteen days since I had last seen Jesse. He had got up, and walked away. I had let my phone go dead that day, hadn't been bothered to charge it, or log on and check my email. I hadn't read, hadn't done homework, or for the most part attend school. I seemed to live in a world bound between the distance between home and Paul and Guy's house. I ate when I had to, when Paul force fed me baked goods from the oven or when Babaanne near-spoon fed me stew when I was home. I...