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 hard into the

root

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

sympathy.

sit up, gingerly touching her

face scrunched up, and the way she trembled showed just how

water over on purpose, and instead of apologizing, you insult her? What

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

troublemaker, leaving her

flickered in her eyes. She hadn't even worn her leather jacket out yet-why did

were all jumping

boiled over. Clutching her jacket,

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 for that?

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