my locker felt like
sed to me, Chloe, from a han
al Albright, hawk-eyed and always on the pr
" she demanded, her voice
o hand over the painfu
a mask of disgust, then folded it nea
" she said, her heels cli
but a sliver of relief, too-
s wr
on her throne, deemed the letter "poetic" and "overly emot
reading it aloud, for everyone, at the
ommand, a public shaming she f
od ran
painted the letter as a "serious problem," a "symptom
only read it, but i
nt into a weapon, attempting to break me
id worldview, had no idea just how spec
pose, the one whose heartfelt words she was about to us
perfect, valedictori