ALLISON'S POV
I bend over the sink and scoop water into my hands to wash my face.
The cold helps a little so I do it again and again until I finally run out of reasons to keep my head down and lift it to look at myself in the mirror.
I look like s**t.
My eyes are swollen and red, my hair half falling out of whatever I put it in this morning. It feels selfish to even notice, so I stop.
You see, I’ve always hated science. Not the vague kind of hate where you just find something boring. No, I mean I genuinely, viscerally hated it. I despised the blood, the diagrams, and the way every lesson reminded me of how fragile everything is. I knew from the first biology class I ever sat through that I was never going anywhere near a science course for as long as I lived.
I’m thinking about th
