The morning sky was a dull gray as I slid into the backseat of Aisha's car.
She didn't even look at me.
Why would she? She already knew she'd won.
She sat up front next to the driver, laughing at something on her phone, her hair shining like polished glass. Jackie was on the other side of her, tossing in a snide comment here and there, while Ashlin and Emily filled the car with giggles.
Me? I stared out the window.
It had been weeks of this now — weeks of watching my best friend drift away. Weeks of hearing whispers and catching stares. Weeks of pretending it didn't hurt.
But today, something inside me felt… different.
I was done letting her win.