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.

a little shove sent Amy stumbling back, crashing

root for the

that wasn't this Amy. The crowd had hated the imposter, but with this girl, their feelings

sympathy.

up, gingerly touching her forehead. She

and the way she

knocked the water over on purpose, and instead of apologizing, you insult her? What are you even

her because she's small and looks easy to bully. And

leaving her speechless and backing away, her confidence

She hadn't even worn her leather jacket out yet-why did nobody care about her loss? Why did everyone only

minute ago, everyone was against Amy. Now they were all jumping to defend her? It made no

Clutching her jacket, she pointed at the scuffed

Why does nobody care that my stuff got ruined? She used my jacket to wipe a chair! Do you know how much this cost me?

room went quiet. No one dared