In the cafeteria, a group of wealthy boys bullied me and called me “trash kid.”
Seventeen-year-old Amelia, the new, invisible transfer student, balanced her free-lunch tray and scanned the loud, chaotic, and intimidatingly crowded room of Westhill High. Her long, mousy brown hair was tied back in a simple, frayed ponytail, her second-hand school uniform was clean but slightly too large for her thin frame, and her expression was one…
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