PAST
SELENE’S POV:
The day hadn’t even started and I was already running into trouble.
And by trouble I meant Maya Saeed and her little g**g of mean girl rip offs.
Today, even the third one—whose name I learned was Addy—was present as I stepped into the restroom to freshen up after a particularly boring Chemistry class and touch up my makeup.
I had felt like this before but after today’s Chemistry class, I was sure that the courses being taught at Crescent High were a little outdated. Especially when I compared them to my ‘already bad at academics’ public school back in LA.
It wasn’t much—them only now tackling biomolecules in depth or easing into anti-derivatives. But it still gave me some edge over these posh, private school kids and I was more than glad for it.
I knew I was goin
