Nova Pov-
The moment I heard my name echo through the loudspeakers, my stomach dropped straight into hell.
"Nova Sinclair… please report to the principal's office."
Fuck.
Just fuck.
The class instantly went quiet, and I swear everyone turned to look at me like I'd just been caught stealing holy bread from church. Tessa gave me this wide-eyed good luck, you're dead look while mouthing what did you do?
What did I do? Oh, right—maybe crash into a whole-ass museum on my first day like a complete disaster and forgot about it. Maybe that.
Dragging my feet out of class felt like walking to my own execution. I whispered a prayer in my head—please let her be in a good mood, please don't expel me, I promise to pay back for the museum in blood, sweat, like a promised. I just can't believe I forgot about that, but who could blame me after all that's been happening.
