ACIR HILLS
My next class wasn’t supposed to start for an hour.
People moved around me—students laughed, and a group of boys walked past which I instantly lowered my head. I could feel their eyes on me… or maybe I only imagined them. Lately, I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. The humiliation, fear and memory remained.
I wasn’t out of the Faculty Building yet when someone tugged on my hoodie.
“Acir?” The rapid beating of my chest died down when my head snapped. Professor Dianna was looking intently at me, concern plastered on her pretty face.
I blinked, then removed my earphones to hear her better. “Yes, Professor?”
She smiled gently. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” The answer came automatically. I forced a small smile. “I’m just tired.”
She didn’t look convinced. I was about t
