MELODY
"Welcome back to the lion's den, Melody Plum," I muttered to myself as I stood in front of Sacred Heart Academy's towering gates. The wrought iron looked like it had been plucked straight out of a Victorian novel, which was fitting. After all, high school could be just as twisted and dramatic.
I took a deep breath and pushed the gate open, stepping into my final few weeks as a high school student. It was time to have some fun, or at least what passed for fun around here, and rekindle some friendships. Violet was gone, and I could finally breathe easy again.
The familiar halls greeted me with their signature musk of wood polish and teenage angst. Students chatted in groups, shooting me curious glances as I walked by. Word traveled fast around here, and everyone knew I'd been throu
