THIRD PERSON'S POV

Annabelle grabbed her books and ran out of the algebra 2 classroom door, only barely waiting until the bell rang to make her escape. She couldn't take another minute of it. It was worse than it was at her other school. They hadn't been so hatefully cruel, so utterly malicious back in Chicago.

Yes, they had teased her, but there was no real ill will with it. She hadn't ever thought she would miss that teasing, those words she had seen as so harsh then. But now she did. She would trade places with any one of the kids she went to school within Chicago and would...