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Along with therapy, I had to join classes too, as the isolation period had now ended. So there was no free period for heartbreak for me.
And that had been the reason for the sinking feeling in my stomach for a while, because with classes starting, comes a worse type of nightmare.
Some of the girls who remembered me from before, the ones with whom I'd shared a table at lunch when we were younger, had learned to bite now.
My situation was worst. I wouldn't be seen as the new girl, but the returned girl. They would make an enemy out of me.
Whispers wafted through the corridors like incense and music together. "America was done with her." "She thinks she's better than us."
When the teacher wasn't looking, someone launched a pen cap into my hair. Another time or a few more time, m
