See you at dinner, stray. Try to compose yourself before then.

Aria's POV

I couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of their gazes, the sting of their words, the crushing sense of my own powerlessness. My throat was tight, my hands trembled, and the tears, hot and bitter, welled in my eyes. I turned and stormed out of the class, ignoring Mr. Ravel’s desperate sho...

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