Amora's pov
I get to class and go over to my desk, ignoring everyone and their whimpering. I sit and notice scribbled words on my desk and even on my chair.
"Slut, shameless," and other demeaning words. I feel a huge lump in my throat as I swallow hard and rub my sweaty hands together.
"Hey, my father is in for some good time; I'm sure you can squeeze him in." I hear it from behind me, and everyone giggles.
My eyes burn with hot tears, but I can't let them see my weakness. I can't let them enjoy my tears, so I keep pulling my skin until I can't feel the tears anymore.
The morning classes, as unbearable as they were, were finally over, and soon it was time for lunch. I struggle with a decision about whether to stay in class or go out like the rest of them. After a few minutes, Ella and
