“You give him until the end of the week? I bet he’s already going stir-crazy now. And with the sun being out like this, it really can’t be helping.” The poor kid was likely going to feel like he was going nuts. But she could most definitely relate. Being cooped up in her room for all that time she was sick had made her miserable, of course. But also incredibly stir-crazy. It was pretty much torture to have to sit around and do pretty much nothing all day long. Especially when just a look outside would let you see everybody else getting to do what you couldn’t. “But Dash is definitely feeling guilty about it. He’s had quite a frown on since it happened. And I don’t think he’ll be starting up another game of Cops and Robbers anytime soon.” She sort of felt bad, but she also did think that the boys should have known better than to rough-house in a tree. Even if you were a kid, you had to know that it wasn’t a good idea.
She finished off her half-sandwich, settling her hands in her lap a moment afterward. And once again, her eyes trailed off and over to Grey. She really needed to stop before she really screwed things up. It was unrequited love. It always had been and it always would be. She just needed to suck it up and move on. Or...at least try to move on. Moving on completely seemed like it was out of the question. “...the other kids seem to know that they should be sticking to their chores, though. So I guess that’s a plus, even if it is a shame that somebody had to get their arm broken.”