"Country pumpkin!" The insult, laced with a cruel, mocking sweetness, sliced through the air, followed by the sickening thud of something soft and viscous striking the back of Megan's head. The sticky, pungent substance oozed into her hair, a grotesque parody of a country harvest.Megan, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, whirled around. She had been caught in the frantic churn between classes, the minutes slipping through her fingers like sand. Her last lecture had bled into the next, leaving her scrambling to make up for lost time. Now, she was faced with a trio of girls, their laughter echoing in the deserted hallway like the cackle of hyenas."What is your problem?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and bewildered confusion. She fumbled with her handkerchief, attempting to wipe the foul-smelling goo from her hair, the thought of returning to the hostel for a desperate, cleansing shower a tempting escape.The girl in the centre, a caricat
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