CYNTHIA's P O V

I closed my locker and proceeded to the library, while carrying books with both of my hands. When things got tough, reading was my way to escape and relax. It did the job though. I loved it when my eyes absorbed the words on the page, and it allowed me to block out any distracting sounds that could have been around me.

Even though it had been a year since the incident in the cafeteria, the majority of the students continued to believe that my terrible personality ...