“Hey, trailer trash.” I’m greeted by Sally Manke’s smiling face as I enter through the side door by the gym. She’s a smug little bitch on the field hockey team who’s never liked me, but she’s also never been outwardly obnoxious or aggressive to me like that before.

I ignore her.

“Asshole,” another girl from the team comments as I pass the locker room.

“Prick.”

“Harvey Weinstein motherfucker.”

Jesus.

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