Chapter 37: PARTY POOPER

I walked through the school gate, trying to shake off the sinking feeling that had been gnawing at my stomach all weekend.

Something felt off.

People were staring. I know people stare, but today it was different—the kind of staring that makes your skin prickle. I caught a few whispers and giggles that followed me.

I pushed it out of my mind. Maybe I just looked weird today. I should have ironed my shirt. No big deal.

As I got closer to Miss Denise's classroom, the laughter seemed louder, more directed. I was already late, of course.

The last thing I needed was to make a scene. But as soon as I opened the door and turned the handle, the room went quiet. Then, all at once, the glass exploded in laughter. I could feel my cheeks burning, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I tried to play it cool, but my foot got caught at the edge of the doorway. I stumbled forward, almost hitting the floor, and the laughter only grew louder.