Kayla pov
I walked into school Wednesday morning telling myself, firmly, that I was overreacting.
Chelsea had been nothing but kind since her first day, easy to talk to, funny, quick to laugh at Priya's jokes. A whispered phrase caught from a distance, half-imagined in a crowded cafeteria, wasn't evidence of anything. I'd had a rough few weeks. My mind was allowed to play tricks on me occasionally.
I decided, somewhere between homeroom and second period, to stop looking for danger in every corner and just focus on being a normal student for once.
History class made that decision easier than expected.
"Alright," Mr. Halloway announced, holding up a jar filled with folded slips of paper, "semester research project. Partners are randomly assigned, so no complaining about who you get."
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