Outside, as she walked back toward her car, a group of students blocked her path. Among them was a girl with perfectly styled blonde curls, her arms crossed as she sneered.
"Well, well, if it isn't Aurora Smith," she drawled mockingly. "Did you get lost, or did you suddenly think you belong here again?"
Aurora glanced at her with disinterest. "Move."
The blonde girl scoffed. "Oh? No stuttering? No avoiding eye contact? My, my, you've changed. But let me remind you—you don't belong here anymore."
Aurora sighed, stepping forward until she was inches away from her. The blonde girl instinctively took a step back at the sheer intensity in Aurora's eyes.
"You're right," Aurora said with a smirk. "I don't belong here. I belong above you."
With that, she stepped past them, her head held high. The students stood frozen, watching as she got into her car and drove away.
The blonde girl clenched her fists, her expression twisted with anger.
