(Isabella)
I quickly dropped my tray, the sound of metal clattering against the floor drowned out by the panicking crowd that had swarmed around Jacklyn. Is he really this powerless? I hadn’t even put much effort into that hit, so how could he be like this?
"You, are you satisfied now after killing someone?" A girl shot an angry glare at me, her words dripping with venom.
Kill someone? Did I just kill someone?
I'm so sorry, Mom... I guess it’s time for me to bid goodbye to the four walls of school.
I knelt beside Jacklyn, placing my ear to his chest, desperately seeking the rhythm of his breath.
“He’s alive, but just unconscious,” Clara confirmed, a mix of relief and worry etched on her face. I exhaled shakily, my mind slightly at ease.
“But there’s something I should tell you,” sh
