CHAPTER THIRTEENFirst period.
It should be innocent enough. Just a classroom. A teacher. Twenty other kids my age.
In reality, though, walking into Psychology feels like walking to the guillotine. I know something bad is going to happen today. I just don't know yet what it will be.
The moment I step through the door, several minutes before class starts, half the people in the room turn to stare. Heather sits at the front, a bruise on her cheek. Her eyes narrow at me, and I can feel the venom from across the room.
Ducking my head, I quickly find a seat as far away from her as possible.
"Hey." Gregory slides into the desk next to me.
"Hi." I pull out my Psych book and a notebook.
"How are you?"
"...Fine." Over his shoulder, a couple girls watch us. Has he heard about what happened on
