Saoirse
Chloe’s screams shatter the hallway like glass, her mascara running like she’s in a tragic music video no one asked for. She’s sobbing, gasping like she’s the only girl who’s ever been embarrassed in this Academy of wolves and egos.
I just… stare. Everyone around me has their phones up, filming like vultures at a fresh kill, laughing like it’s all a game.
“I’m gonna skin all of you alive!” Chloe shrieks, voice shaking as she bolts out of the corridor.
The laughter gets louder, echoing through the marble halls like a pack of hyenas.
Pathetic.
I don’t laugh. I never do because they do the same thing to me, anyway.
Tomorrow, it’ll be me. Again. Or one of them. This place is full of backstabbers who smile with their teeth and wait for blood to drip.
“You’re fire, Saoirse!” Dane
