My eyes traveled uneasily across the room, shaking with a mixture of anxiety and desperation as the stares of my classmates pierced through me like arrows. Each judgmental gaze felt heavy, a weight that pressed against my chest, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I struggled to find my voice. I had to explain myself; I knew deep down that this wasn't who I was. I hadn't done it—someone had framed me. If I remained silent, it would turn into yet another sensational headline plastered across the school platform, and the last thing I wanted was to be thrust into the spotlight that seemed to cling to me without mercy.