Noel
Days went by so fast, and before I even realized it, the school was buzzing with preparations for the event. It was like watching a hive of bees at work—students rushing around with decorations, rehearsals echoing through the halls, and whispers about who was doing what for the big day. The air was charged with excitement, and I could almost feel it vibrating against my skin every time I stepped into the crowd.
But for me? The excitement came in waves, and not always for the reasons everyone else was hyped up. Bridget and her little army of minions had been quieter than usual. Well, not entirely quiet. They still managed to shoot me those death stares that could freeze the Sun, hiss under their breaths as I walked by, and toss snide comments just loud enough for me to hear.
“Look a
