The classroom was a cacophony of voices, each overlapping the other, students chatting away about anything and everything as they waited for the morning lesson to start. Conversations, laughter, and a general sense of being carefree filled the air—an atmosphere that might have seemed normal to anyone else but felt foreign to me.
As I slouched in my seat, gazing out the window, I could feel the stares.
Whispers. Glances. Glares.
People were still very interested in me lately, and not for anything good.
Thank you, everyone, for all the attention, I thought, rolling my eyes.
