When dinner commenced, I prayed for the time to go by fast. After the incident with Jazz, a lot of people looked at me and whispered. Some looked at me with sympathy while some looked at me with expressions I couldn't decipher.
As soon as dinner was over, I left the dining hall. I think I was even the first person to leave that place.
The weight of humiliation still clung to me as I left the dining room. I needed to get out of here. I felt so suffocated and embarrassed.
My footsteps were heavy with the sadness I felt. I needed to escape, to find solace in the embrace of the moon. I had to get away from the prying eyes and judgmental whispers.
I tried not to think of what the other students thought of me, even though it was hard not to.
Luckily, they had a forest, just like my old
