{Violet’s POV}
It’s days like these that I wish I had firm stamina. Days like these that I wish I could stand my ground— like literally.
Shamira hauled me into the elevator like I was wearing Roller Skates on my legs and I landed exactly in the trios middle.
The doors came sliding close, sealing my doom and Shamira had pressed the button for the elevator to take us to the ground floor. They were all glaring at me now.
How do I deliver myself from these sorts of situations? Are there YouTube tutorials for these kinds of things?
I gulped as Stacey Ruth came to stand face-to-face with me now.
“Uhm.. I intended to go to the second floor and not the ground.” I muttered to her but she ignored me, preferring to glare at me instead.
I felt a hand land on my shoulder and I turned to see Sha
