The sunlight streamed through the restaurant window, casting a warm glow on the table. I sat in the corner, a piece of toast in my hand, but I had no appetite. My mind was still reeling from last night’s events, a painful mix of hurt and anger that left me feeling suffocated. The toast felt like chewing on cardboard, and I mechanically chewed, tasting nothing.

Suddenly, a figure strode over to me—Beth, the girl who took pleasure in bullying me. Taller than me, she leaned down with a smirk, looking at me like I was some pathetic little creature. Her eyes were filled with contempt, and her lips twisted into...