Something felt off the moment I walked into class. I noticed the whispers following me, but after yesterday's confrontation with Megan and her friends in the student lounge, I'd expected that. What I hadn't expected was the strange look Professor Reynolds gave me as I took my seat for Advanced Combat Theory.
"Miss Beaumont," he said, his voice unnaturally gentle. "I have your assignment here."
He handed me a paper that looked different from what he was distributing to everyone else. The font was larger, the spacing wider, and there were fewer questions.
"Excuse me," I said, frowning at the paper. "I think you've given me the wrong assignment."
Professor Reynolds smiled patronizingly. "No, this is specially prepared for you. Take your time with it. No rush."
Heat crept up my neck as I glanced around. My classmates were already working on their assignments - complex scenario analyses from what I could see. Mine looked like it had been dumbed down for a middle schooler.
