That night, though… that night changed everything.
I had finally started making friends—or so I thought. A group of girls who seemed kind, who laughed at my jokes and invited me out. I believed they truly accepted me, the new girl with the tragic past. I wanted so badly to belong.
But it was all a lie.
They lured me out to a place that was quiet, a place people don't often visit, an abandoned playground. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late.
They closed in around me in a tight circle, faces twisted with cruel amusement.
“You think because you’re new here and your uncle is Calisto, you’ll be treated differently?” Silvia, the one I had foolishly called my friend—sneered, her voice dripping with venom.
The others laughed, sharp and mocking.
“Well,” she continued,
