Chapter 7

I try painfully hard to keep my cat tone on the low key and my smile in place, but I want to throw something at her so badly. I hate these kinds of bullies. I met enough of them through school, always trying to tear me down. Single me out because I was different. I got past this in New York. Christian and Jenny welcomed me lovingly, and we were a real team. I ache for both right now, for what I left behind to come here.

“You thought wrong. You’re the invader… some Yank who got a free ride because her boyfriend is a rich kid. Mr. Someone. We all know who you are, and it means nothing to any of us.” She crosses her arms and sneers at me as girls behind her giggle and smirks my way too and the heat of both rage and anxiety envelopes my face. I try so hard to control my tongue, my gut aching with the effort as I stand upright, steel my posture, and lift that defiant chin. It’s like being back in high school, except at our age, we shouldn’t still act like immature little mean girls