OUR UNEXPECTED UNIVERSE
As she approached her usual row, the friends she had laughed with just twenty-four hours ago suddenly looked busy.
One locked her eyes onto her phone, another quickly placed her designer tote bag on the empty chair beside her, and the rest looked away, completely ignoring her existence. The black card’s curse had officially begun.
With a tight throat, Antonia walked toward the very back of the hall and found an isolated desk.
The true storm hit the moment she pulled out her chair. A loud, wet squish echoed through the immediate area. Antonia froze. Someone had smeared thick, sticky blue acrylic paint all over the seat.