Do you need help concentrating? Or are you too busy crying over weak slaps to focus on your lessons?

Aria’s POV

The rest of the day dragged like a bleeding wound I couldn’t hide, a gaping, raw gash across my dignity. My cheeks still burned, not just from Sierra’s brutal slap, but from the humiliation that clawed at me, tearing at my insides, long after the cruel laughter faded into the cold, indif...

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