90. Roxie

Felix and I are okay. I have been trying with Matt and Cherry but everything I say seems to land the wrong way. A few weeks ago I could crack a joke and have a dozen people laugh at it, but now I get side-eye and reluctant smiles.

Maybe I’m trying too hard. Kate always warned me about pushing. She would always swoop in, change the topic, and bring me back into the conversation. Without her I am flailing, making myself look an idiot to get back into their good books.

I may have laughed at Cherry and her red lipstick with Sinead, I complained Matt was a poor fighter compared to Felix to whoever would listen. All these things have a way of getting back to the source. I was reaping the karma of my overconfident bragging.

Sinead had taken up with some other friends now, since breaking her nose in warrior training. Rose was in some sort of depressive funk and not leaving her room. I had to make this Assessment work, but it was exhausting.

With another joke failing we sat on our usual pi