Echoes of a Shattered Heart
Language: en
During gym class, I crouched on the ground, clutching my chest and gasping for air. Coach Albright kicked me squarely in the back, her face twisted with contempt. "Stop acting like some fragile little snowflake! You'd really fake something like this just to get out of running?" The surrounding students erupted into laughter. They were all watching me, the school’s most pathetic simp, make a fool of myself again. My face was deathly pale. My hand trembled as I pointed toward the pocket holding my emergency nitro pills. But the prom queen got there first. Kennedy crushed the pill bottle…