Amanda
“Ms. Saint Claire?”
I blink, the teacher’s voice cutting through my haze. “Huh?”
“Are you paying attention?”
I force a nod, but my mind drifts. A month has passed since that night, yet I still feel like a ghost. They all left. Every single one of them—Ashton, Colt, Blaze, Luther. They fought for me, and now I’m alone in this sea of unfamiliar faces.
I glance around the classroom. They don’t see me. Just another invisible girl, blending in with the wallpaper. I used to be somebody. Now, I’m nobody.
“Ms. Saint Claire?” the teacher prods again.
“Sorry.” I can barely focus. My heart aches, remembering the way they looked at me, the way they fought for me. I wish I could tell them how much they mean to me, how I love them. But I’m stuck here, trapped in this new reality where I’m
