Aurora’s P.O.V

As soon as I rush out of the classroom, weaving through the chattering students crowding the hallway, I hear my name being called from behind. The voice is familiar, a little breathless, but firm. I turn my head and see Caroline jogging toward me, her bag slung over one shoulder, a notebook clutched in her hands. Her long ponytail bounces with each step, and there’s a determined look in her eyes, like she won’t take no for an answer.

Before I can even ask ...