Ruby
As I glumly enter the front doors of the school the next morning, all of the students in the entryway lift their heads to stare; but they’re not staring at me.
They’re staring at Edith.
Perfect Edith, in her perfect uniform, with her perfect hair and perfect smile. Within minutes, Miss Perfect is surrounded by curious students who are complimenting her hair, asking what her perfume scent is, and asking where she’s from. Aside from Nancy, I never had such treatment on my day of transfer. And now, even Nancy won’t talk to me.
With my head hanging low, I leave Edith with her new gaggle of friends and walk over to my locker. Nancy is already at her locker, but when she sees me coming she slams it with a “Hmph” and struts off.
“Hey Ruby,” Edith says, walking up to me wh
