AURORA’S POV
The wind brushed against my skin as I stepped onto the school grounds Monday morning, my arms hugging my books close to my chest like they could shield me from the stares.
Not the usual mocking ones—at least not all of them.
These were different.
Curious.
Confused.
Some even… impressed?
My transformation wasn’t complete, not yet, but it had begun.
My hair wasn’t always tied back anymore.
I walked a little straighter, trying not to let my gaze fall to the concrete so easily.
The jeans weren’t designer, but they fit me better.
The hoodie wasn’t oversized, just warm.
Little changes.
But they mattered.
Still, it didn’t mean the whispers had stopped.
“She thinks she’s someone now.”
“Bet it’s all a phase.”
“She’s still the fat loser on the inside.”
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