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And if being put through hell was the whole point of life at Oak Park, then I should be fucking valedictorian by the tiraduated

As bad as the first day had been, every day after was even worse

The Princes had painted a giant bullseye on my back, and their minions all over the school scurried to carry out their co freshmen to seniors, screith me as much as possible A few people—ere probably “trash adjacent” themselves, like Leah ere decent to , they were helpless to stop it And a good portion of the student body did join in, treatingawful “pranks” on me

On Tuesday, they stuffed my locker with old food I stopped by to swap out books after third period, and the stench wafting out hitin me not to throw up in the athered around hed

My grandmother had a car delivered to campus for raffiti

Idaho Trash

White trash

Whore

Pathetic

I spent the evening in the student lot with a bucket of water and a rag, scrubbing it clean so I wouldn’t have to stare at the words anyathered to watch, recording

The worst part was that each ti pranks was pulled, one or more of the Princes was always there to see it They watched uid a like apathy

It azes in the crowd I didn’t want them to see me as defenseless and weak And for soht low in front of them, as if some part of me didn’t want theain the way he had that first day in class

I shouldn’t care what they thought They’d s about ht back

If only my damn hormones understood that

On Friday, I sla one of my dorm-mates in the common area downstairs Her face froze in shock as she stared at ie eet and shy, one of the few people at Oak Park who didn’t treat e… even if I currently was covered in it