My scholarship had earned me a place at Saint Andrew's Preparatory School, where I wore the same uniform as Viola, Damon, and the boy I loved.
That was when the nightmare began.
Viola and her friends shoved chewing gum into my hair and stuffed lunch leftovers into my backpack.
They tripped me in the hallway. When I entered a shower stall, they poured dirty water over the door.
I fought back.
I went to the teachers. No one did anything.
One day, my cramps were so severe I could barely stand straight.
I had just taken out my painkillers when Viola snatched the bottle away.
She waved it in front of me with a smile. "Kneel down and beg."
I gritted my teeth against the pain. My whole body trembled. I was terrified I would give in at any moment.
My nails dug into my palms, but I couldn
