Liora’s POVThe letters on my locker were still dripping with wet paint like splattered blood from a crime scene, indicating that they had been placed there very recently. The culprit must still be close.I whirled around, face turning just as red as the word behind me, and looked around for whoever had done this.“Who did this?” I blurted out. No one answered; they just snickered at me or scurried away, and a few still had their phones out to record my shame.Suddenly, I spotted him—a male student disappearing around the corner with a bucket of paint in his hands. Cursing under my breath, I raced after him, my satchel slamming into my lower back with each step.I managed to corner the student in the hallway before he could get away. He was a first-year with glasses and a cruel sneer stretched across his face.“Why did you do that?” I asked, pointing at the bucket. “Defacing school property could get you in trouble, you know!”The student lifted his chin defiantly. “So could cheating
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