The next day at school, I perfected the art of disappearing.
Not literally, of course, I wasn’t a ghost. But it was the only way I could think to survive the day without running straight into the two people I least wanted to see: Damian and Taylor.
I avoided the halls where they usually lingered. I ducked into classrooms faster than usual, timing my steps so that I blended into clusters of people instead of sticking out. I even left my locker untouched until the hall was practically empty.
It wasn’t easy. Every step felt like I was running an invisible obstacle course. But somehow, I managed.
And maybe no one noticed. Maybe I really did disappear.
But just because I’d escaped them physically didn’t mean my mind had gotten the same memo. It wandered back, again and again, to the night
