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Violet's POV
The bus was polluted with ear-splitting chattering and laughter. Girls were dusting their faces with powder and the boys were attacking each other with guns made of their fingers. All that stopped the minute I entered through the door.
Laughter died. Girls froze with half their face powdered and the other half looking pale. Boys had been caught in mid-motion, their guns dismantling as their fingers curled in an obvious show of disbelief.
If it was any other moment then I would have melted to the floor, never wanting to be seen by these people, who were once my supportive classmates. Thanks to the Anxolia flower that my muscles stayed unshaking, my breaths composed, and the hue on my face only shining brighter. My heart was also surprisingly calm like it was any other da
