Katelyn wiped the spittle Aaron had spat on her face away with her handkerchief. She turned to me with a hateful look. “It’s all your fault!”

Was she crazy? Obviously. I think she was, I definitely think she was. How was she blaming me for her wicked acts?

“I wish you never came to this school!” She screamed.

“What are you saying, Katelyn? Your evil deeds are on you.” I retorted.

“They are not evil.” She seethed.

“They are not? Bullying a classmate out of their phone and threatening to kill them if they told anyone is not evil? Framing me for stealing that same phone whereas you sent someone...