Diana's POV
Trisha grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the crowd as fast as she could. I was still on my knees, clutching my chest, trying to breathe through the pain.
"Come on, Diana," she whispered urgently. "We have to get out of here before someone sees you."
She helped me stand up and half-carried, half-dragged me toward the back of the school. My legs felt weak, and my vision was blurry from the pain in my chest.
As we stumbled behind the building, Trisha suddenly stopped and stared at me with wide eyes.
"Diana," she said, her voice shaking. "Your hair."
I reached up and touched my head. The silver strand that I had been hiding was now glowing brightly, impossible to miss. It was like a streak of moonlight running through my dark hair.
"And your arms," Trisha whispered.
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