Samira's POV
The difference was subtle, a shift in the atmospheric pressure of the school that I might have missed if I were not constantly braced for a storm.
If I was not paying attention, I probably would not notice it at all. The linoleum hallways looked exactly the same. Students moved with the same frantic energy. Lockers slammed with metallic finality, voices overlapped in a dull roar, and everything blended into that usual morning noise that usually made my head ache.
But something was missing. The air felt thinner and less charged with that jagged, static electricity that usually prickled at the back of my neck.
I adjusted the heavy strap of my bag on my shoulder as I walked between Amanda and Novia. I let my eyes move over the moving crowd without focusing on anything specifi
