AUTHOR'S POV
Jossie sits in class, her mind clouded by hurt and despair, unable to concentrate on the lecture amidst snickering and scowls directed at her by a group of students nearby.
Her morning had been filled with tears, and she dreaded confronting her peers and the whispers of betrayal that hung over her like a dark cloud. She had no idea how she was going to leave the house because she had already started receiving nasty messages from unknown numbers calling her a variety of names.
But her mother assured her that this would pass and that confronting the situation head-on was the first step toward moving on. But now that she's sitting here, it doesn’t feel like it. She feels so lost and alone.
When she arrived at campus this morning, she looked for Shiloh in their usual meeting
