Chapter 21

EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW

The auditorium is packed.

Every seat is filled with students chattering excitedly about the mandatory assembly. Teachers line the walls like guards, their faces stern as they watch for troublemakers. The air smells like old books and teenage anxiety.

I sit in the back row, trying to disappear into my chair. Three seats separate me from the next student. Nobody wants to sit near the girl who dared to hit Celeste Hartwell.

My ...