Anastasia
The toilet stall stank worse than I remembered. Maybe it was just bad cleaning, or maybe it was the fault of whoever used this stall last, but I could not stomach the stench for another minute longer.
I made to get up and leave when I heard the voices head into the bathroom, causing me to remain glued to my seat.
" Oh my God I can't believe she is actually the servant! You know I said that she has foul air surrounding her. And she is trying to get with Hardin? She is such a slut!" I heard one of them say.
I was not hurt by the numerous papers that adorned the school walls, calling me a maid and shaming me, but I was hurt that just when I finally thought I could trust somebody, trust HER, she proved me wrong.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. And that was rare.
