Lustre’s POV
My injuries from the day before were a reminder not to allow the shitty bullies I’d encountered to stop me from ruining the new life I’d been gifted. I was determined to see the scars I now carried as a show of strength and survival.
As a survivor, walking into school with my shoulders high marked a new slate and a new beginning for me, and I hoped to stay clear of the power-drunk assholes that preyed on me the day before.
I was now humming to one of my favorite K-pop songs and gathering my lesson books from my locker when it was suddenly slammed shut. If I hadn’t whipped my hands away quickly, my fingers would’ve been jammed with it.
Annoyed by the rude interruption, I faced my assailant.
“What’s your degenerate ass still doing wandering the hallways of this school,
