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.

sent Amy stumbling back, crashing

root for the

had done some pretty awful stuff, but that wasn't this Amy. The crowd had hated the imposter,

sympathy.

gingerly touching her forehead. She winced, eyebrows drawn tight

and the way she trembled

and instead of apologizing, you

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

anger turned on the troublemaker, leaving her speechless and backing away, her

flickered in her eyes. She hadn't even worn her leather jacket out yet-why did nobody care about her loss? Why did everyone only see Amy's

they were

frustration boiled over. Clutching her jacket, she pointed at

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 scratches-who's going to pay

room went quiet. No one dared speak. People just looked at