The hour has come! I am so screwed.
I walked into class, and every eye in the room felt like a thousand invisible daggers pressing into my skin. It was like they were all silently passing around a eulogy for me, as if today was my funeral. Their gazes filled with quiet glee. I swallowed hard. They all knew. Sophia had them in the palm of her hand, and today, she was going to make sure everyone knew who was in charge.
I leaned closer to Gina, trying to ignore the looks that followed me like shadows. "Is it just me," I whispered, "or does everyone look like they're ready to bury me six feet under?"
Gina gave me a sideways glance, a half-smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, no, it's definitely not just you. They're all eyeing you like it's your last day on Earth. But hey, just ignore them, oka
