Jennifer
I sighed, weaving my way through the clusters of students chatting in the hall. Some of them glanced at me, probably already aware about everything that happened yesterday in cafeteria.
I am slowly getting used to being subject to other’s stares on me all the time. Though it’s still as uncomfortable as it was before but at least I am getting better at ignoring them.
As I walked toward my first class, exhaustion pulled at me, like invisible weights on my shoulders. I hadn’t slept much last night. Every time I closed my eyes, the events of yesterday would play out in my head again—Damon and his gang humiliating me in the cafeteria, the glint of amusement in his eyes as he taunted me, the unbearable feeling of being cornered in the girls’ washroom.
And the worst of it all was
