ARIA
I pushed the classroom door open, deliberately ignoring the curious glances that followed me. Heads turned, whispers started—but I didn’t care. I had faced enough humiliation for one day.
I didn’t want anyone near me, especially Jenna.
She had caused all of this and hadn’t done a thing back in the hallway or defended me, admitting she posted the photo and I wasn’t about to forgive that.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and slid into a seat in the far corner, the one closest to the window, farthest from everyone else. Away from whispers and judgement.
I let my back sink into the chair, hoping it would somehow shield me, even if only physically, from the stares and the whispers.
The classroom seemed too bright. The murmurs of other students scraped against my nerves like sandpaper
