DANICA stormed out of the hall, her fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms. The cool air outside did little to ease the burning frustration in her chest.

“Danica!” Kyria’s voice rang out as she and Leesha hurried after her. Both girls looked puzzled, their brows furrowed with concern.

“What is wrong?” Leesha asked, grabbing her arm lightly. “The class is about to start. You don’t want someone else to take our seats.”

Danica shook her off, her eyes flashing ...