Despite Mrs. Fritz clearing things up for the whole cafeteria at lunch, I still get many nasty glares from other students. It doesn’t matter where I am, there’s always someone staring at me in a judgmental way. I tell myself that I won’t let it get to me, just like all the other times there were rumors circling about me.
But this time it’s different. They’re judging me for a reason. Even if they know a different explanation for what happened. I feel like I deserve all the glares and whispers surrounding me wherever I go. I’m trying to take it as my punishment for almost killing a schoolmate.
When I’m alone in my room before dinner, I lie on my bed, petting Beelzebub absent-mindedly. She hasn’t left my side since I came back from my classes and detention. It’s like she knows how rotten I
