She made her way to her seat, her eyes scanning the room as she walked down the aisle. The disgusting stares came from her classmates .
Ivanna walked to her seat and wiped the shoe mark on it and sat down, the classmates' stares following her like a shadow.Their gazes were a mix of curiosity and disgust, but Ivanna barely registered them. She'd grown accustomed to being the subject of attention, and the stares had become familiar, like a uncomfortable, presence in her life.
As she sat down, her eyes met the brown-haired girl's, who offered a soft smile. Ivanna's expression remained neutral, but she felt a flicker of appreciation for the kindness. The teacher's voice drew her attention back to the lesson, and Ivanna focused on the words on the board, tuning out the murmurs around her
