I'm people think of school as a second home. For Aloysia, it was more like a second battlefield—with bells instead of bullets, and teachers instead of generals.
The sun hadn’t even fully risen when she stepped through the giant black gates of St. Marceline High School, her bag slightly heavier than her soul.
“Move, Miss Aloysia, you’re blocking the scanner,” barked Mr. Pyrite, the discipline in-charge. His mustache twitched every time he got to yell at someone.
She gave him a polite nod and walked in, already regretting waking up.
Her phone buzzed. A text from Paige:
“Della forgot her tie AGAIN. She's using her hair ribbon. If she gets caught, we pretend we don’t know her.”
Aloysia smirked. Typical Della.
By the time she reached her classroom, her head was already buzzing with formulas, unfinished assignments, and a growing urge to fake a fever. She slid into her bench next to Paige, who was dramatically reenacting Della’s near-death escape from a prefect.
Everything felt okay. Almost.
Then Rachael walked in.
Perfect uniform. Clean smirk. That stupid little hair clip she wore like a crown.
She didn’t even glance their way. Straight to the front row, new friends in tow—laughing like she hadn’t once cried into Aloysia’s arms over some drama with Sage.
Aloysia's fingers clenched around her pen.
> Flashback – Last Year
Back then, it was just Rachael, Sage, and her.
Aloysia was the quiet one. The awkward one. The one they kept around like a little sister.
"Don’t worry, Sage’s just moody. You’re still my best friend," Rachael had said one day when Sage gave her the silent treatment.
Aloysia believed her. She told her secrets. Shared her fears. Even the one about her family… the one she had never told anyone else.
But then something shifted. Rachael started pulling away, laughing more with Sage.
One week later, Aloysia came to class to find half the girls whispering and giggling behind her back.
Rachael had told them everything. Twisted it. Framed her as “jealous,” “obsessive,” and “toxic.”
And when Aloysia confronted her, she just shrugged.
“People like you don’t get to keep people like me,” she said, as if being cruel was some kind of sport.
The worst part? She enjoyed it. She was proud. And somehow, she made Aloysia the villain.
Back in the present, Paige leaned closer and whispered, “Still not over it?”
“Nope. But pretending works most days,” Aloysia muttered, tapping her pen.
She had Paige and Della now. Real ones. But deep down, that betrayal had built a wall. One even they couldn’t fully break.
The bell rang, sharp and cold. A new school day. A new fight to stay sane.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Scars Of The Pretty Ones
Novela Juvenil"They said scars fade with time, but what if they grow deeper with every pretty lie?" "Even the prettiest hearts bleed the darkest ink." Enemies to lovers. Secret betrayals. Unhealed scars. Intense chemistry. This isn't just a school story. It's abo...
