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Copycat
The next morning, I’m walking to the cafeteria, my stomach growling in hunger as I walk past the few students that are out and about this early. But something seems off, and I can't help but feel like I'm missing something. I notice that everyone I pass is whispering and not casting a single glance that way. I’m not a narcissist, but I’m well-known around the school. I’m used to my peers greeting me, even the ones I’ve never seen before. There must be something going on, or else these wouldn’t just walk past me like I’m a photograph on the wall. It’s like this the whole way to the cafeteria. Everyone is practically buzzing, and I can’t tell whether it’s from excitement or something bad that might’ve happened. A familiar fear appears inside my chest. Please, don’t let it be another soulth
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