Chapter 92

• MILICENT
• I woke up groggy, late, and with a pounding head that made every movement feel like dragging my body through mud. My hair was a mess, my bag was barely packed, and I didn’t even bother with makeup. Honestly, I was already preparing myself for the usual circus of stares and whispers when I walked into school.
• But the moment I stepped through the doors, something was off. Nobody was looking at me. Not really. They were loud as usual, yes, but it wasn’t about me for once. The hallway was alive with chatter, girls clutching their phones, boys leaning against lockers with smug smiles, everyone too wrapped up in their own little drama to notice me dragging myself through.