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

She'd spent two whole months pinching pennies just to buy that leather jacket- skipping snacks, counting every cent, emptying out her piggy bank. When she finally handed over her hard-earned cash, it felt like a huge, painful victory.

And she hadn't even worn it anywhere special yet. This was only the third day she'd had it on.

Now Amy had just used her precious jacket to wipe down a chair?

Was she seriously out of her mind?

"Amy, I'm done with you!" she snapped, practically flying at Amy in a burst of rage.

Amy, thin and a little pale, was obviously smaller than the girl picking a fight. Anyone could see she'd be an easy target.

The troublemaker noticed it too, which only made her push harder.

"Let me teach you a lesson!" she shouted, shoving Amy. She didn't mean to use much force-Amy looked so fragile that if anything happened, she didn't want to be responsible.

little shove sent Amy stumbling back, crashing

always root

had hated the imposter,

sympathy.

her forehead. She winced, eyebrows drawn

up, and the way she trembled showed just how much it

on purpose, and

looks easy to bully. And you call yourself an adult? Where'd your

anger turned on the troublemaker, leaving her speechless and

out yet-why did nobody care about her loss? Why did everyone only see Amy's

Amy. Now they were

Clutching her jacket, she

know how much this cost me? Thirty-five thousand! Now it's covered in scratches-who's going to pay

one dared