Ella was in the cafeteria, as she hadn’t eaten yet. She could feel the dagger like stares coming from the table where Patrick, Jasmine, and her friends were sitting. Because they were the popular students in school, that also meant that people would believe in them. This made Ella some sort of pariah, as she was now known as the girl who would spread false stories.
She didn’t like the false accusations being hurled into her, but the resultant social isolation did not bother her very much. She was used to not having friends before Patrick and Sir Kenneth came into her life. She would survive without them. Heck, she even survived without her parents at such a young age. This was nothing, and from what she learned these past few days, it was so much better if she didn’t open up to other pe
