Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

All eyes locked on Fiona, everyone quietly wondering what she was trying to say. Confusion rippled through the room.

Even Jane looked puzzled. She put down her notes and stared at Fiona. "Fiona, who else could've rigged the votes? There aren't that many of us, and everyone in class submitted a design."

Fiona didn't answer. Instead, she glanced over at Amy's circle of friends.

Jane followed her gaze, but she still didn't buy it. "That doesn't make sense. How could they be so sure those designs were ours?"

Jane had a point. But before anyone could say more, the accused girl suddenly exploded, her voice coming out sharp and shaky. "Amy! You're framing me!"

Everyone looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. The girl glared at Amy, furious. “You asked to see my design last time-was that just so you could set me up? Seriously, Amy, that's messed up!"

immediately jumped in, her tone defensive. "What are you talking about? Amy never asked to see your design. You can't just make stuff

you, and then you turned around and accused me. Fine, maybe I wasn't going to win, maybe I never stood a chance against Jane, but at least my work was honest! Now my reputation's trashed, and the real

she didn't win, at least she had her pride-until now. The injustice burned inside

the evidence," Amy's friend shot back coolly. "Otherwise, I could

whole time, but the girl in front of her desk snapped right

anymore. Why did she always have to be the one blamed? Why did these

ie

and, without thinking, flung a whole cup of boiling water at the girl who'd just spoken.

water splashed across her face, and the

me! For framing me!" the girl

turned bright red and started to swell, bits of skin peeling away. Her eyes went wild with pain as she screamed, until a group of shocked boys