7 OPHELIA CLARK
October 12
When the second period bell rang at Morson County High School, everyone dashed for their classes. I struggled through the student-packed halls like a salmon struggling to swim upstream. Since I was smaller than most kids my age, I had to weave my way through the masses. The door to my computer science class was in sight when Jessica James (MC High’s self-appointed mean girl) stepped in front of me and blocked my path. Her mean girl crew flanked her.
“Hey, freak.” Jessica eyed me up and down, smirking. Her beautiful skin and flawless makeup were the perfect mask for her cruel intentions.
“Excuse me,” I muttered as I tried to go around them, never making eye contact. The four girls formed a human wall and wouldn’t let me pass.
“Do you have an extra pen I can b
