ISLA
I trudged back to my dorm, the weight of the evening's events bearing down on me. As I entered the room, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was finally alone.
The Pack’s freshers' party was probably still going on, but I didn't care. I had too much on my mind to worry about social events. Alexandria's schemes and her push into the pool still lingered in my thoughts, making me wish I never left my room again.
I picked up my cracked screen phone from the desk, a reminder of my stepmother's anger. I hadn't had the chance to repair it yet, and now I wanted to browse the internet to distract myself from my thoughts.
As I pressed the power button, I expected the screen to light up. But nothing happened. The phone refused to turn on. I pressed the button again and again, but it rema
