Emma's POV
I dragged my legs through the hallway with students glaring daggers and whispering nonstop about me. I told myself to just ignore them and act as if nothing happened, but deep down, every word they said felt like it was ripping my heart into two. My eyes were blurry from the tears that clouded my vision. I was walking when suddenly someone bumped into me. I staggered and fell on the floor, all my books in a scattered mess. The coffee he was holding spilled all over my shirt.
“Watch it, pig,” the student who bumped into me spat.
“Such a loser,” his friend said, and stepped all over my books. They all laughed out loud. I stood up from the floor amidst their laughter and started to pick up my books. A scent I know very well suddenly engulfs me.
The hallway grew quiet. I raised
