Chapter 13

• Anastasia glared at me with fury, her voice rising in pain as she shouted, “What have you done?!” The crowd around us quickly gathered, drawn by her outburst. I wouldn’t lie; I felt a strange mix of calmness and satisfaction, but my mind was racing with thoughts about the ugly scar that had once marred my hand.
• “Bitch! I won’t let this go! Someone help me! This girl deliberately spilled hot coffee on me. I’m going to report you to the police; I will ruin you!” Her voice was sharp and filled with venom, echoing through the cafeteria.
• I snapped out of my thoughts, my heart racing. “What nonsense are you talking about? I didn’t do it on purpose; you’re responsible for this yourself!” I shot back, my voice steady despite the chaos.