“What in the blue blazes is goin’ on here?” the principal boomed, glaring daggers at us.

Giselle, ever the drama queen, pointed a finger at me and wailed, “It’s all Kate’s fault, I swear!”

The principal scoffed, “Don’t play me for a fool, Giselle. I saw the whole shebang on the school’s peepers. You, young lady, were clearly the instigator.”

Giselle huffed, “But it all started with her! She called me trash!”

I cringed. This he-said-she-said nonsense was getting old fast. Where in the heck was Terrence anyway? He’d vanished after our cafeteria showdown, leaving me to face the music alone. Maybe he was busy getting his superhero suit prepped...