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CHAPTER 41

To say that Zoe was getting under my nerves was an understatement.It started with a smile.Not the kind that made you feel warm or wanted—but the kind that made you feel like you were walking straight into a trap. Zoe's smile was polished, professional, and painfully perfect. Like porcelain. Like she practiced it in the mirror every morning until it could disarm a room. So dum.I first saw it Monday morning, at the lockers near the art wing."Barbie," she chirped, her voice as sugary as the strawberry glaze on the donuts Ms. Graham sometimes brought in on Fridays. "You're back!" Was I dead before?I blinked. She stood beside Ethan, fingers laced with his, dressed in her basketball outfit, and her ponytail. Looking at her right now, makes me hate basketball as a sport. I tried not to look at Ethan. Tried not to notice how his eyes flicked up at me the moment he heard my name. Or how his fingers didn't quite curl back around hers the way they used to with me."Yeah," I said slowly. "Go
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CHAPTER 42

Today was Monday morning. Gosh I hate Mondays. It is a buzz killer. I hurriedly got ready for school, put on my uniform and hung my bag. I had breakfast when I went to and was ready for school. The scent of fresh notebooks and coffee lingered in the hallways as I walked into school that morning. Even though my steps were steady and my face wore the practiced mask of calm, my thoughts were all over the place. I sighed as I went to my locker, praying I wouldn't bump into any miserable being- Zoe. Dolly waved at me from our locker area, already chatting with two girls from her literature club. I smiled and made my way to her. Her presence always made things easier, lighter. Kind of. “Morning, superstar,” she greeted, bumping her shoulder into mine. “You know that title belongs to you, cus you are always giddy on Mondays, not me.” I teased. We chatted about upcoming assignments, the school fair, and how the cafeteria desperately needed better muffins. The rhythm of the school da
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CHAPTER 43

It was Tuesday morning and I have fine arts firstly. I walked towards the art room, and the art room was already buzzing with excitement before I even stepped in. The scent of acrylic paint and graphite filled the air, and the soft hum of chatter and creative tension vibrated through the space. Mr. Hewitt stood at the front of the class with his usual crooked smile and paint-splattered jeans, holding a large folder and a clipboard."Today, I want each of you to create something from the heart," he announced, his voice echoing against the high ceiling. "You have until the bell rings at the end of the day. The most compelling piece will be sponsored by the school for a feature in the Andover City Museum. The winner will be announced tomorrow morning."A low gasp rippled across the room. I blinked, my heart flipping.A feature in the city museum?This was the kind of opportunity that could shape a career. Or at least give it a mighty boost. I wasn't really good in art, but I'd give it my
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CHAPTER 44

The morning sun filtered softly through my bedroom window, a golden sheen casting over my sketchpad as I flipped it shut and packed it away. Today didn’t feel like any ordinary school day. It was calmer—less about grades or awkward glances across the hallway, and more about something new. Something unexpected. I had received a message the night before from Lucy. Just a short one. “Can we talk?” No context. No explanations. But it didn’t matter. My heart had leapt at the notification. Now, walking through the school gates with Dolly at my side, I scanned the crowd for her. I didn’t have to wait long. There she was, standing beneath the old elm tree near the garden—the place where we used to sit every break before things fell apart. She looked different somehow. Calmer. Stronger, maybe. Her usually hidden curls were out and bouncing gently in the morning breeze, and she was hugging a notebook tightly against her chest like it held her whole world inside. “Hey,” she said so
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