twenty-four.

Cora

Monday morning, I’m sitting in the Royal Elite cafeteria, poking at scrambled eggs and pancakes. After tossing and turning in bed last night, flinging the idea to and fro, weighing the pros and cons, I’ve made my final decision: I’m leaving Royal Elite Academy. No more questioning if I’m doing the right thing, no more trying to convince myself the bullying isn’t so bad. I’m done with this place and these people.

After I shove the food down my throat, I’ll head to Principal Hipskind’s office and tell him my choice.

I feel people staring at me as I continue trying to eat. Some students have humor in their eyes, like they’re glad I nearly drowned. A few, like Heather and her stupid friends, look pissed. I still have no idea who pushed me, but I won’t be surprised if she had something to do with it. Their looks only strengthen my resolve to be done with this place.

As I’m forcing some orange juice down my parched throat, a pair of black shiny loafers slides in my line of vision. Slow