Scarred by fate
It’s amazing seeing everyone, but once they leave, I’ll be stuck here with a bunch of strangers, more than a few of whom clearly don’t want me around.
I climb the stairs and head toward my room, but before I can make it, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and see Astrid flanked by two other girls, second and third years, I think. Astrid’s face is twisted into an ugly sneer.
“Well, if it isn’t the Pup,” she spits. “You know, I’m surprised. I’ve never met a fourteen-year-old slut before.”
I blink, stunned, stomach dropping. The two girls behind her sneer too.
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