SERAPHINA’S POV
Since the Gabe accident, I resigned myself to laying low in school as best as I possibly can even while I’m still a target to everyone.
I hang my head low while walking into chemistry class especially.
The dread of having to walk into this same class taunts me and while I stare at the empty space beside me, the very spot Gabe used to occupy, I feel sick to my stomach.
A gentle sense of disdain and hatred slowly bubbles within my chest as the void just slowly grows deeper and deeper. Sometimes, I just wish I could burn this whole school to the ground. Burn it till their corpse lay waste for vultures to feed on.
The spit ball that crashes into my face next reels me out of my depressing thoughts and to the boys far ahead of class, quietly laughing at their good aim.
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