r hoodie tighter around her face as she walked past the trophy case near the gym, her eyes avoiding the fli

just enough for Almira to know she wasn't completely sober. It wasn't alwa

er textbooks sat exactly where she left them, but something else caught her eye-a

than everyone. You're n

notting tighter with each word. Her first instinct was to crumple it and toss it, but somethi

nless called on. But lately, she was starting to feel the walls close in. It wasn't just school, or home-it wa

mir

full of gossip. "Did you hear? Brandon got into another fight. That's lik

row. "Brandon always

me, someone recorded it. It's al

d Jess-kind of. But sometimes the girl didn't know w

, she couldn't shake the feeling-like something heavy was following her. Not footsteps. Not shadows.

, during lunch

-when a tray slammed down in front of her. She looked up to see Br

playing," Brianna hissed, her voice low

inked. "R

behind him in Bio. He's been talking to y

teady. "We talked about mitochon

ys pretend to be innocent. Quiet. Like you're not a threat. But I see

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t fold. Not