After Basics, nothing got better. In fact, it got worse.
Everyone seemed to keep their eyes firmly glued to me as I moved across campus. It was bad in the locker room. I ran into a stall to change out of embarrassment. Then as I left, the eyes started to watch me again. They didn’t stop as I crossed campus and ran into the cafeteria.
I was assuming that was going to be my only reprieve. But it seemed like word of my morning kerfuffle and previous beat down on Amara had traveled fast. Even the lunch ladies were giving me dirty looks.
I slammed my tray onto the table and followed suit with my head. Loren sat down next to me and gingerly patted my back.
“Come on, it’s not that bad,” she said.
I twisted my head to give her a look. “It’s not that bad?” I repeated. “Everyone thinks I’m a
