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The whispers had reached Eloise before she even stepped into the school that morning. By the time she walked through the main doors, eyes followed her every move.
Students leaned just slightly away from her path, their movements a silent accusation. Some snickered, pretending it was accidental, others stopped talking abruptly, pretending she didn't exist.
Her backpack felt heavier than usual, and she adjusted the strap, taking steps toward her locker.
Her friends trailed behind, careful not to draw attention, sharing quiet glances that said more than words ever could.
The incident in the bathroom had spread faster than fire in dry grass. The girl had suffered a concussion, was now in the school clinic, and the rumor mill was merciless.
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"Eloise," Sebastian began, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "I've been informed of your actions yesterday in the restroom. The student sustained a concussion. And yet you were reportedly aggressive toward her."
