Hannah - Chapter Six: First Semester
Some drown in stress, some in alcohol—I drowned them in themselves The hum of the plane was steady and rhythmic, pulling me between wakefulness and sleep. A few hours of stolen rest before finals, before three weeks of students crashing, before the first semester ended as abruptly as it had begun. Half-lidded, I stared out the window, watching the city glow beneath me—Boston, waiting. Madison was behind me. Harvard was ahead. I exhaled, shifting in my seat. A few dozen. That’s what I had...
