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!"

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

I never stood a chance against

spent countless nights working on those designs. Even if she didn't win, at least she had her pride-until now. The injustice burned inside her as she watched the others sit there,

did it, then show us the evidence," Amy's friend shot back coolly. "Otherwise,

front of her desk snapped right back, her words sharp

last straw. The accused girl couldn't take it anymore. Why did she always have to be the one blamed? Why

ie

grabbed someone's open thermos, and, without thinking, flung a whole cup of boiling water at the

splashed across her face, and

me! For framing me!" the

to swell, bits of skin peeling away. Her eyes went wild with pain as she screamed, until a group of