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Chapter One Hundred-Three

Author: Onuorah Linda
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-04 23:13:42

Carolyn’s POV

There’s something strange about returning to a war zone after the bombs have stopped falling. The air still stinks of smoke, the ground still scorched, but people walk around pretending nothing ever burned.

That was school.

I walked the corridors and felt eyes. Not the sharp, mocking glares I’d grown used to—but something worse. Curiosity. Hesitation. The kind of silence people wore when they didn’t know which side of history they were supposed to be on.

I was no longer the villain. I was something more unsettling:

An unknown.

Someone they couldn’t categorize.

Someone they’d misjudged.

But I didn’t care.

Not anymore.

I didn’t dress to impress. Didn’t raise my hand in class. Didn’t laugh when someone cracked a joke nearby. I moved like glass. Clean. Untouchable. Cold.

My grades had survived, barely. The teachers knew what had happened, though most didn’t dare speak on it. Except for Mrs. Obasi, my literature teacher. She stopped me after class one afternoon, handing back
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  • Rich Love    Chapter One Hundred-Three

    Carolyn’s POVThere’s something strange about returning to a war zone after the bombs have stopped falling. The air still stinks of smoke, the ground still scorched, but people walk around pretending nothing ever burned.That was school.I walked the corridors and felt eyes. Not the sharp, mocking glares I’d grown used to—but something worse. Curiosity. Hesitation. The kind of silence people wore when they didn’t know which side of history they were supposed to be on.I was no longer the villain. I was something more unsettling:An unknown.Someone they couldn’t categorize.Someone they’d misjudged.But I didn’t care.Not anymore.I didn’t dress to impress. Didn’t raise my hand in class. Didn’t laugh when someone cracked a joke nearby. I moved like glass. Clean. Untouchable. Cold.My grades had survived, barely. The teachers knew what had happened, though most didn’t dare speak on it. Except for Mrs. Obasi, my literature teacher. She stopped me after class one afternoon, handing back

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