Third period. Math. Normal. Boring.

Your phone buzzed against the wood of your desk.

You ignored it.

It buzzed again. Then again. Then a fourth time, the vibrations loud enough that the girl beside you glanced over with raised eyebrows.

Your teacher paused mid-sentence and stared directly at your desk.

The buzzing stopped.

But something cold had already settled in your chest.

<Narrator>: The next forty-five minutes crawled by like hours. You couldn't focus. Every few minutes, your thigh vibrated again. Then again. Then again.

By the time the bell rang, you were already reaching for your phone before your teacher had even finished saying class dismissed.

The lock screen was a wall of notifications.

Your friend: call me

Your friend: WHY ARENT U ANSWERING

Unknown number: is that you???

Unknown number: did you know about this??

Unknown number: you're ENDEAVOR'S DAUGHTER??

Your stomach dropped into your shoes.

Heads turned. Whispers started.

You didn't wait to hear what they were saying.