Selma Ferguson was the undisputed princess of our year level.
She had long, blonde hair and perfect skin, and she cultivated that pouty, vacant expression you saw on models in magazines. Everyone knew that she had parts in Home and Away and that she had a contract with a modelling agency. She was the centre of an eager group of girls who radiated around her in dread of being the next one to be dropped or humiliated on social media. To Selma, I must have been worse that invisible, like a boring, grey stone. I didn’t vie for her attention, and I didn’t gossip.
Home and AwayBut Rosa Spinella became Selma’s latest target. Rosa was new, so I didn’t know her well. She wasn’t in one of the friendship cliques yet, and I was a well-known loner, so we sometimes gravitated together.
On Monday, Ros
