My foster father pulled down my pants and beat me, and I sent him to prison for his sins.
Chapter 2
A ripple of light laughter drifted from behind me.
Tiffany Hayes, our class president, smiled at me with her big, sparkling eyes.
She had her hair in a high ponytail today, adorned with the trendiest pink rabbit hair clip.
Next to her, her best friend Brittany Chen wore the same smug smile.
They always smiled like that, so innocently, when they bullied me.
Brittany winked at me.
“That’s you in the photo, isn’t it, Luna?”
I lowered my head, staring at that pink rabbit avatar again.
It was as if information was suddenly connecting.
Tiffany and Arthur Vance probably exchanged contacts during a parent-teacher conference.
She’d never liked me, even encouraging the whole class to isolate me.
Arthur Vance’s SnapChat story had only this one classmate in his contacts, but it was enough to ignite the fuse that would destroy my school life.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I rushed to the front of the classroom and shut down the computer.
But they just laughed even louder.
I didn’t understand why.
Brittany laughed until she wiped away a tear, her expression a mix of contempt and glee:
“Oh, right, weren’t you always into Noah Miller?”
She suddenly asked such an irrelevant question.
My heart sank.
Brittany just smiled again.
“I just wanted to remind you, turning off the computer won’t do anything.
This morning, that photo was uploaded to the school forum by someone, and it went viral.
Now, everyone in school has seen it.
Do you think Noah Miller saw it too?”