Freya’s P.O.V
“Shhh!” A boy spoke from next to her. “She might hear you!”
“So?” Another girl’s voice, this one different from the first. “She’s trash anyways! What is she even doing at the game? Occupying seats for no apparent reason.”
I was tempted to turn back and give this b***h a piece of my ‘trash’ mind, but I held my tongue. It really wasn’t my problem that ‘they’ had a problem with me. And besides, it’s not like they would say anything new that I hadn’t already heard.
If I was still the Freya from a month ago, then these same words would have hurt more than bullet wounds or any punch my father had ever thrown my way. But the Freya I was now knew that I was no longer alone. That I was loved and cared for and I had friends now who would stand beside me no matter what. An
