I felt my demeanor change slowly.
Like I said, logically, this entire thing would blow over. But it's been two, and the systematic abuse has gotten worse.
I've been shoved down the hall. Someone poured hot coffee on my head. When I went to the bathroom, someone stole my binder and dumped them on the toilet next to mine.
Maybe this was my karma. The fame of my dance class, the glory from the prominence of my group of friends, my beauty and confidence. I admit that this was my karma for being a snob to others who didn't deserve it.
People love to see kings and queens fall. They love scandal that ruin their beautiful frames. Bill Clinton with Monica Lewinsky. Justin Bieber's drug-fueled stunts.
Maybe I deserved everything that is happening to me.
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THE GREAT EXHALE
Teen FictionI can't breathe. I tell myself this is temporary. If I get to college, I can leave this family, leave this town. I just have to keep my head above the water long enough to survive. But lately, I don't know if I can keep going.
