(Melissa pov)
The second day in class felt more tensed than the first, like the air itself had decided to sit on my chest and remind me that nothing about my life was normal anymore, and as I walked into class with two guards stationed outside like silent shadows that refused to leave, I could feel the stares, the whispers, the quiet curiosity that followed me even when no one said a word out loud.
I kept my head down as I took my seat, trying to focus on anything other than the weight of attention pressing against my skin, but it was impossible not to notice how people kept glancing toward the door, how their eyes would flick from me to the guards and back again, as if they were trying to piece together a story I didn’t even want to be part of.
This wasn’t my life, It wasn’t supposed t
