*Prologue before this chapter :)
Holding my breath, I went to first block, History. I threw my bad onto the floor, and fell down into my seat. I quickly pulled my hood up, crossed my arms, and tried to be invisible. How come when I was wanting to be seen, I wasn't, yet now when I needed to be invisible, it seemed like I had a giant neon sign pointed at me, shouting "Look at me! It's all my fault!"
Mr. Thorson started attendance, and I wished my name was magically erased from his checklist.
"Essence," he said, bored.
"Here," I whispered in the dead silence. All eyes turned on me. Mr. Thorson nearly...
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