OLIVIA
I walked out of the lecture hall, fists clenched at my sides, my thoughts spiraling with disbelief and frustration.
Everything Miss Elowen had said during her lecture replayed in my head, each word infuriating me even more.
All this time, years actually, and she had the audacity to stand in front of the class and call my work perfect? After all the public humiliation and declaration that I would never make it as a writer? And even worse, she didn't point out it was my work.
The hypocrisy burned in my chest.
"Olivia!"
I had just turned toward the cafeteria when I heard my name. I froze, then turned slowly to see Miss Elowen hurrying toward me.
Speak of the devil.
What did she want now? And since when did she say my name without that tone of condescension?
"How are you?" sh
