Rhea's POV

The moment I stepped into Blackthorne high school, I reconsidered my life choices.

The hallway buzzed with activities, one I had to just learn to get used to. Changing schools had to be one of the hardest thing for a teenager.

I jammed my hands into my pocket and made my way through the crowd, making sure to keep my head down. Fake laughs echoed off the lockers, the students looked like they'd walked out of a fashion haul. Their dresses, mostly white and nearly ironed. Some of the ...