Chapter 17

I throw the bags down on the couch in complete rage and scrub my fingers through my hair. It’s been a bad day at school, a day I should never have endured, and I just stayed home with Arry again. He insisted I didn’t miss any more days for him, and he promised to have dinner ready for my coming home. All day everything had just gone wrong, and my partner Yvette was driving me insane with her veiled bitchiness and the constant asshole glances from my peers.

I get it! None of them like the annoying yank on a scholarship placement. It’s not exactly fucking new.

I understand the jealousy, but why do they constantly make me feel like they do? I’m not one for being bullied by stupid girls, but this is done in such a snide low way, never to my face, never anything coming back to me, so I know what they are saying. Just looks, smirks, and whispers. I can’t stand any of them, and I miss my real friends back home. I’m deflated, angry, upset, and just so over this whole fucking sit