~Violetta
For a few days, the atmosphere in the house had been suffocating. Rachel was acting like a total stranger. Every time I tried to say good morning or even just catch her eye in the hallway, she’d look right through me like I was made of glass.
I’d pulled Savannah aside earlier that morning, my heart racing. "Has she... has she done anything with you since that night in your room?" I whispered, needing to know if I was being replaced or just ignored.
Savannah shook her head, looking just as confused. "No, Vio. Nothing. She barely even looks at me either. It's like she’s trying to pretend it never happened."
I couldn't handle the silence anymore. I needed to know if there was a problem, or if she was just playing some twisted mind game. I marched toward her bedroom, my pulse th
