CHAPTER 9
ELIZABETH
Being popular was so exhausting. I never wanted to reach the heights of adoration that Natalia had achieved. Everyone wanted to talk to her about the most inconsequential, petty things.
How should I know what the best outfit to wear to Agric was? What did contouring and highlights have to do with real life? Why was a fifteen year old asking me what kind of thong she should wear for her boyfriend?
“Aren’t you a little young?” I asked the small girl who wore innocence like a perfume.
She stared at me like I’d crushed her dreams and blubbered about wanting to impress him.
“Just wear what makes you comfortable.” I shrugged when the particularly persistent freshman trailed me through the hallway. “I really don’t care.”
The answer was obviously not what she’d been hopi
