The stolen bracelet.

The next day after the story with the fermented soy water, I arrived at school embarrassed by the stares I was getting. Everyone was looking at me and when I say everyone, I mean everyone. They were looking at me and talking about me, and it wasn't a figment of my imagination. No, the subject of their conversations was me, Emma Clark.

I was nicknamed the rot. It was another name in addition to bitch and other names that I refused to remember because it was so horrible. I lowered my head hearing them laugh and talk badly about me. The boys were throwing light stones at me and every time I got a little too close to a group, I got spat on. It was disgusting but they were the ones who thought that it was me who did the disgusting thing.

I put up with it because I didn't want to create scenes. In fact, what can I do against a whole high school? I walked into the school buildings and kept getting all these mean words and visceral hatred as I walked down the hall not wanting to be