All Chapters of Shattered Moments: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Olivia's POV "And the best student in the last academic session is..." The teacher paused, smiling like he enjoyed the suspense more than we did. He didn’t even get to say it. "Olivia!" The whole class chorused like it was a national anthem. I didn’t say anything. I just lowered my head and tried not to smile too hard. It wasn’t pride. It was a habit. People expected me to win,so I did. That’s how it had always been. Mr. Ben chuckled as he held up the sheet. “You people won’t even allow me to land the announcement.” “Sir, she’s been topping since freshman year,” someone said from the back. “It’s almost spiritual at this point.” Laughter rippled through the room. I heard a few side comments,the kind I’d grown used to. “She doesn’t even look like she reads that hard.” “Maybe she swallows textbooks at night.” “I heard her mum used to be a teacher. It runs in the blood.” That last one hit differently. I blinked once and kept my smile frozen in place. “Well, I hope you all lea

My phone buzzed just when I was rinsing a cup at the sink. I wiped my hand on my shorts before picking it up.Andrew.“Hey,” I said, sliding into the dining chair.“Hey you,” his voice came through with that familiar calmness. “I just wanted to check on you. Are you doing okay?”I looked at the half-filled glass of orange juice in front of me, then at the clock on the wall. “Yeah. I’m fine.”He paused. “What do you think about the new girl?”There was a small silence before I said, “She’s okay. Nice kid. Good manners.”“Just okay?” he teased. I shifted in my seat. “It’s test week, Andrew. My brain’s just... full.”He chuckled. “Fair enough. You’ll do great as always.”I didn’t reply. Not because I didn’t want to, but because the words felt heavy. We talked for a bit longer, then he hung up.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. The juice glass sat there, still untouched. I stared at it like it held all my test answers. I wasn’t even thirsty. I was just... tired.Mum’s voi

I don’t remember the last thing I said to Mum before leaving the house that afternoon. Probably something vague and half-hearted. I had just gotten back from school, drained from everything that had been happening recently. The whispers, the way the air shifts when you walk into a room and people suddenly go quiet.The moment I stepped in, Mum was already coming out of the bathroom. Her hair was pulled back in a loose scarf, and her face carried that mix of exhaustion and silent strength she wore too often these days."You're back," she said softly."Yeah." I nodded .She moved past me with a weak smile and went to wash her hands. I watched her for a moment. There was something about the way her shoulders slumped that made me realize just how tired she must’ve been. She’d spent all morning at the hospital with Dad, and even now, she didn’t complain about it. She just moved with quiet resilience.“I made rice. Go eat something before you leave,” she said, not looking back.I obeyed. No

I should’ve known something was off the moment I stepped into the class.It was the silence that hit first. It was not the usual restless hush of students pretending to read notes before a teacher arrived. But a different kind of silence that was loaded and sharp with eyes watching.Then the stares came.Dozens of eyes were on me. No one said a word, but I felt it like heat crawling up my neck, stiffening my spine, making my steps slower than normal.I paused at the entrance, pretending to scan the room like I was looking for something. But really, I was just trying not to break.Why are they looking at me like that? Did something happen? Or am I just… imagining things?Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe guilt was rewriting my reality.I took a breath and began to walk to my seat like I hadn’t noticed anything.Except that someone was already sitting there. It was Nora.Her legs were crossed, one ankle bouncing as she flipped through a novel like it was a sunny afternoon in her

Break came, but it didn’t feel like a relief to me. It felt like a stage where I was the main act and no one wanted to clap.I stepped outside anyway. The sun was soft on my skin, and the breeze felt light and careless, like it had no idea how heavy the air around me actually was.I was heading to the school canteen to grab snacks and water,just something to cool my head when I spotted a group of students gathered by the school wall. They were pointing at me, then turning back to look at something on the wall.Before I could process what was happening, someone tapped my shoulder.“Hey, Oli Baby. How’s it going?” Davis said, almost nonchalantly, throwing his arm around my shoulder. He was holding his football boots in his other hand, so I guessed he was on his way to the field.I shoved his arm off in a not too harsh tone but with enough force to make a point. My face was already stern when I turned to him.“Will you ever allow me to breathe for just one second in this school without s