Ivory POV
I woke up expecting the world to still be on fire. I expected the whispers to follow me like a dark cloud and the laughter to ring in my ears the moment I stepped onto the school grounds.
But as I walked through the front gates, something was... off.
The atmosphere wasn't heavy or mocking. It was almost like the entire school had collective amnesia. People weren't pointing at me and whispering "easy" or "ho." Instead, I saw strange faces—people I didn't even know—grinning at me.
"Morning, Ivory!" a girl from the cheer squad called out, waving at me with a friendly smile.
"Hey, Ivory! Nice job on the hill!" a guy from the soccer team added, giving me a thumbs up as he passed.
I stood there, frozen, awkwardly waving back like a confused pageant queen. My hand felt heavy, an
