"Don't give us that face," the girl in front of me said with a sneer. "You deserve this. And you know that."
And saying that, she and her friends high-tailed it out of the room, leaving me to pick myself up from the floor.
I sighed as I tried to brush the dirty shoe prints off my backpack as best as I could. Then I did the same to my skirt. The back of my hand stung but I was just glad they weren't brave enough to stomp on it really hard and break the bones. How rotten jealousy was, I thought as I pulled my hoodie over my head low to cover my face. But then again, I'd been one of them. Even though I hadn't participated in this kind of cruelty, I hadn't tried to stop them before, didn't I?
I blew out a sigh and trudged out of the room.
Deserved? Definitely. This was karma for me.
But w
