AMY
Returning to school on Wednesday was physically painful. I debated dying my hair to avoid people more effectively, but Lucy talked me out of it. Everywhere I went, it seemed like people were looking at me and muttering things. A lot of guys smirked at me or tried to flirt with me. I hadn’t realized how much Ryan’s presence protected me. It seemed like the word “slut” was on everyone’s lips. I tried to tell myself I was imagining it, but it kept happening. I grit my teeth and focused on getting through the day. In the bathroom before lunch, a couple girls came in and stood by the mirror while I was in a stall.
“I still can’t get over what happened on Monday. That was probably the most exciting event of the year.” I froze.
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