Celeste
The day began as uneventful, a routine blur of classes and conversations with friends. But then, as I walked out of my history class, my heart stopped when I saw Sabrina waiting outside the door.
“Oh, Celeste,” she called, her sing-song voice dripping with false sweetness. “I have a little errand for you to run. Come by my dorm after class, would you?”
I tried to object, my voice faltering, but she was already walking away, a knowing smirk on her face.
After class, with a heavy sense of dread, I made my way to Sabrina’s dorm. My heart was pounding, my palms sweating. What could she possibly want from me this time? I knocked tentatively and waited for her to answer, my heart racing.
Sabrina opened the door with a grand flourish and an insincere smile. “Celeste, d
