Zoe's POV

What had I done now? What did they want from me? My mind raced with questions.

Before I could utter a word, Jennie spoke again. "Get the cake,"

Another student pushed a trolley that had a two-step cake. The cake was frosted with blood-red icing.

"Silence!" Jennie commanded. The muttering in the crowd stopped before then she turned to me again. "Zoe..." she called.

I did not respond, only stared at her in horror. My mouth quivered in apprehension. Not this again.

"Are you deaf?" Franky yelled.

Startled, I murmured. "Yes...?"

Jennie creepily tilted her head. "You are not like your mother, are you? You are not a...