Chapter 4
With the last bell of the day, I make my way to the bus stop, only to be stopped in my tracks by the sight of Daisy and her crew gathering there. Before I have a chance to turn around and head in the opposite direction, she spots me.
“Look who’s here. If it’s not Miss Universe herself”, Daisy yells at me across the small lawn, separating us. Like vultures sensing their dinner, the students around slow down to a stop in an anticipation of a b***h fight.
Once spotted, I don’t see how I can turn around and walk away. The humiliation of the retreat would be just as bad and right now, I won’t chance having my back unprotected to her.
I walk, ignoring her, hoping she might let it go but, as every pair of eyes in the yard are locked on me, I know it isn’t a situation which can be so
