Melanie's pov

Just like I had speculated earlier outside the school gates, heads were turning and whispering among themselves.

I could even hear some of their whispers, some are giving nasty comments, condemning my choice of clothes and cursing me harshly for falling out of glory.

While others were giving envious remarks, complimenting and ogling over me.

Admiring my boldness following my happiness, they were also praising me for choosing to live for myself...instead of following the path designed for me by others.

I smirked at the words they're whispering, but decided to ignore them, there's no need for retaliation.

Suddenly, my hand was snatched and I was pulled into...