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

always root for the

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

sympathy.

touching her

the way she

purpose, and instead of apologizing, you insult her? What are you even proud of?" someone called

bully. And you call yourself an adult? Where'd your decency go?" another

leaving her speechless

flickered in her eyes. She hadn't even worn her leather jacket out yet-why did nobody care

everyone was against Amy. Now they were all jumping to defend

over. Clutching her jacket,

victim here! 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? Thirty-five thousand! Now it's covered in

No one dared speak. People just looked at