ZARA; she did it.
I sat at the back staircase behind the faculty block, tucked into the corner where barely anyone passed. My knees were pulled to my chest, and I buried my face in them as I cried. The kind of crying that makes your chest hurt. The kind you can't stop even when you try.
“I’m so sorry, Zee. I don’t know how this happened.”Riley’s voice trembled as she sat beside me.
“When you left, the course representative said he wanted a word with me and I didn’t think someone was going to swap your files. I’m so sorry.” She made a heart felt apology.
More tears spilled down my face. Hot, heavy, humiliating.
Was I really about to start my first year retaking courses?
“It’s not your fault, Riley…” I managed, wiping my face with the back of my hand while she kept rubbing my back ge
