Melody
My mind is a hornet’s nest and I can’t find a minute alone to get my thoughts in order. Someone out there is utterly devoted to destroying my reputation and/or pushing me into having a nervous breakdown. Why?
How have I managed to gain someone’s enmity? I’m not popular; I don’t show off in class. I don’t even brag about the library donated to the school by my father and named after my mother. I rack my brain, searching for a candidate who could hate me this much that they would go through all this trouble, but come up empty.
Mrs. Davenport offers to call Nancy to pick me up from school, so I could take the rest of the day off, but I decline. I don’t want to go home and have to deal with a stressed-out, high-strung Nancy who’s convinced we need to move to East Anglia or something
