WARNING: MAY BE SLIGHTLY TRIGGERING.

When Kayla entered the doors to her school the next day, she was met by glares from all of Faith's worshippers which happened to be half of the student body population. She put her black hood on and her head down, rushing to her locker. Jana practically tackled her. "Y-you jerk!" She said a little too loudly, grasping the attention of some of the surrounding students. "Excuse me? I'm a little lost." Kayla said.

Jana looked around and noticed their audience. She grabbed Kayla's arm. "You're coming with me." She hissed and just like that, she had dragged Kayla into the nearest janitor's closet.

"AHHHH!" Kayla screamed. "Help! She's gonna kill me!"

"Shut up, you nitwit." Jana spat.
"So, you and Jayden are the only people who I told about my dad. And now the whole friggin school knows!? How do you explain that!?" She added, growing angrier.

"Jayden and me. Exactly. And I'm the only one you're suspecting?" Kayla complained. "Uh, yeah!" She answered, in a sarcastic tone.

"Jana Gonzales! I can't believe you! I'm outta here." And she stormed out of the room.

*
The day dragged on really slowly for Kayla. It seemed like Jayden was avoiding her. And she avoided Jana even though they had bumped into each other quite a few times.

There was a guest speaker at the end of the day and Kayla had just about had it. Her life had been hell all day and she didn't think that any speech from any motivational speaker could brighten it up.

When she stood up to leave after the introduction, she was tripped by Jay and she fell. All the students snickered. She ran out of the auditorium. At this point she could barely hold back the tears.

When she reached the bathroom, she let loose and started bawling. She couldn't contain herself. She felt unwanted as if she was the biggest joke ever. She knew neither Jayden nor Jana wanted to talk to her so she just went home.

Her parents weren't home. She texted her mom and said:

"Walked home from school. Figured I needed excercise. Early dismissal."

Her mom replied with a mere:

"Ok. Me and pops have dinner plans. We'll be home late. The $20 bill in the kitchen is for takeout."

She collapsed on her bed not before picking up the $20 and stuffing it in her pocket. She huffed and called for Chinese delivery.