HANNAH
She was there.
The evil b***h. If you haven't guessed, I'm talking about Julia.
Standing close to her locker with her friends, Asher, and a lot of hangers on. She had a bandage around her arm. With the way she was holding her arm, and the sympathetic noises those around her were making, Julia was using her injuries as a way to get attention.
I rolled my eyes.
What else was new?
Julia would seize every opportunity to gain attention. She lived off constant flattery and praise from her followers and minions, who worshipped her blindly. I wondered if she had hit her head as a baby because that would be the only logical explanation for her being so retarded and obnoxious.
"It's your first day back after the incident, so ignore her," Willa whispered into my ear when she noticed me
