She sat down, heart hammering. Beside her, a girl named Sasha—who wore ripped tights and drew dragons in the margins of her notes—whispered, “Damn, Marks. Where’d that come from?”
Silence. The usual silence.
It was a promise.
Melody closed the notebook. “I think I’m becoming someone new.” melody marks schoolgirl
“No time,” Melody said, her voice a soft bell. “I have a Latin quiz first period.” She sat down, heart hammering