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Cora

Two weeks have gone by. Two weeks of me burying my head in my textbooks and staying on top of my grades. I guess now that I have no friends, it’s easy to immerse myself in nothing but schoolwork. The results have been amazing.

As for the bullying? Nothing major. Alessandro hasn’t said a single word to me since that first day in pre-calculus, though he throws me dirty looks any chance he can. The other students have been picking on me with minor things, like trying to trip me in the halls, calling me Peasant Girl, sliding things into my locker and under my door. Notes like drawings of a poor girl working the farm or saying how I need to take a shower because I reek. The first time, I actually thought I did reek. I feel lonely, really lonely.

Dad loves his job. Mr. Beckham has even made it his personal mission to make sure my dad is happy and that he has everything he needs. Some people at his job even walk on eggshells around him. Maybe I should save the lives of rich offspring mo