Chapter 23

EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW

Friday morning feels like walking into a trap.

I know something is wrong the moment I step into the main hallway. Students cluster in tight groups, their whispers following me like poisonous smoke. Their eyes hold a different kind of cruelty today. Not just disgust or pity.

Excitement.

Like they're waiting for something to happen.

My hands shake as I approach my locker. The metal door is covered in new graffiti, words ...