Darya's POV:
Meanwhile, I heard back about the overseas program.
My grades and qualifications were perfect. All I needed was one outstanding public service award or achievement.
That's when news spread from the arts college across the street that Solenne would be the guest of honor at the national "End Bullying, Lift Each Other Up" campaign.
It felt like a cruel joke.
The girl who once tormented me was now being held up as a champion for victims.
I knew her family was just polishing her image for a career in entertainment.
Back in my room, I pulled up my pant leg and touched the scar on my thigh. It had healed, but it ached every time it rained, and my hand still felt stiff when I wrote.
I had my plan.
I dug up contact info for girls I'd known in high school, made a group chat, an
