After lunch, it felt as if the atmosphere crackled with tension as students hurried through the bustling hallways. The corridors of Shadow High echoed with animated conversations and the shuffling of feet.
I was on my way to my next class period when a voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Shana!" Jessica's voice sliced through the clamor, instantly capturing the attention of those nearby. With unwavering determination, she closed in on me, flanked by her loyal followers.
Whispers filled the air, heads turning to witness the brewing confrontation.
My heart raced as I stood face-to-face with Jessica. She was staring at me as if she wanted to cause me physical harm. What did she want with me now?
"We need to talk," she said, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.
"I have
