XENIA
Something was wrong, I could feel it in my bones.
The moment I stepped into the hallways of Hailsmith, that was was the foremost thought that crept into my mind and I still couldn’t shake it off as I walked cautiously to my locker. Everyone was staring at me and whispering, and knowing how much the students of Hailsmith hated me, it was telling that those whispers would be menacing and ruthless.
I racked my brain, wondering what I’d gotten myself into that would’ve warranted such judgmental stares and whispers but I couldn’t come up with anything because the past few days had been drama free since Matteo apologized and got off my case.
Things got progressively worse when people started to point fingers at me and just when I thought that was the worst possible reaction I could get
