"I've told you a thousand times—I did not stab Jennifer!" My voice cracks with rage. The ambulance already took her to the hospital, and now I’m stuck in the vice principal’s office, surrounded like some kind of criminal for something I didn’t do.
"She provoked me, okay? I slapped her. Maybe she stabbed herself!"
"Shut your mouth, Miss Catherine!" Mrs. Margaret—our vice principal and Jennifer’s ever-so-loving aunt—shakes a finger in my face. “My niece has complained about your ill-treatment since she joined the cheer squad.”
I almost roll my eyes. Being on the cheer team isn’t some crown; it’s just exhausting extra work.
"Because you have rich parents doesn’t give you the right to treat others like trash," she continues. "Your parents have been informed of your misconduct. For their sa
