It Happened Last Year

y loved it, they love drama simply because they hardly get a taste of it. Sadly, their entertainment came with a cost, and I got shoved the bill. Really, the entire scandal was put into mot

r said to me, in this town, no

eople to know what he did to me. And I'

stories. Attention, attention, attention, that's all she wants, they said, after it spread around the school. I told my best friend at the time, Daphne, and Daphne decided to take on the r

with that slut, some girls said in the loc

the dance team and needed to soar this school year, as Junior year meant rising and senior year meant thriving. She needed to set herself up for greatness. Dap

er the summer, Daphne knew she

r notch on the scale of social status. She was focused more on

rt of the year party and after the fi

turned against me. How could they turn

efore, I did not want attention from him, unlike everyone else. Everyone else happened to love him, he was the star of our sm

are wondering, wha

rly hit my car horn. I scan the cluttered parking lot around me, filled

sh I could fall to the flo

ehind me. I swing the bag onto my back and grasp my phone tightly in my hand, ready wi

ving to Florida with my Dad. How could I stay at a school where everyone hated me? Hell, the entire town hated me. So, I left. I started my second semester at a

r was de

im, but if I wanted to leave Co

ses, eager to discover who they'll be sat beside. It is nice to have the hallway to myse

I dyed my hair for it, and hopefully, I actually look rath

kpack, unfold it, and look at the first slot, reminding myself. It reads,

ed, I had my first drink. It was a vodka sprite, and I

e a lightweight, Da

back, I

her Spanish class, leaving me with Daphne. Daphne wanted to impress her new teammates, so drinking professionally was a t

-sips and left me all alone in th

scared shitless. My two best friends left me, and in the moment I hated them for it. It w

ls and in brail—with 'Freeman' underneath it. Mr. Freeman, I've heard about him. Eight months ago, the first semester of Junior year, th

ng inside, probably going around the room, sharing, playing ice-breakers. I

n't

self up as if I am about t

o hard, push the door open and step in. Eve

l thinking: holy crap,