Sallie's POV
"Sallie, we went out of our way to invite you to catch up. What's with the attitude?" one of them snapped at me.
Another voice joined in, "Don't think sucking up to Prof. Barber scares us. We're all graduated now. She can't do squat to us."
"Jill's been cutting you so much slack, and yet you go and pick on her right in front of everyone. Who knows what you're like when no one's watching?" a third one sneered.
At Salome's signal, they closed in on me again. Pure disgust dripped from their voices as they hurled insults while shoving me around.
I stumbled backward, nearly tripping several times. Their voices and faces blurred into those of my classmates from St. Chaim Reform Academy—twisted, ferocious, like ravenous wolves ready to tear me apart.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as that familiar nightmare crawled back, threatening to consume me.
"Stop it, guys." Jill walked over with red-rimmed eyes, stepping between me and the group like some kind of heroine.
