Stella Lockheed
I shouldn't have left Caspian just like that.
The thought chased me as I made a beeline to the Headmistress's office.
I bolted from the fake beach, my heartbeat pounding in my ears like an EDM track gone wild. Seriously, my heart had no chill. It was doing the Macarena or something in there. The urgency was palpable, a current of need that surged through my veins, taking the reins of my body like I was some marionette caught in a whirlwind of teenage drama.
The campus stretched ahead like a maze, and I navigated it with the grace of a caffeinated squirrel, darting between buildings and students who probably wondered if I'd lost my last marble. Spoiler alert: I might have.
My mind, normally a chaotic blend of teenage existentialism and sarcastic quips, was now laser-f
