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I made it through my morning classes trying to stay under the radar. I’m not sure if it works. It seems Ryder arrived early this morning to start the rumor mill. I had a few girls that had their typical bitchy comments. A few guys with their less than appropriate remarks. The guys think a girl like me, from the other side of the tracks, is easy to get in bed with. Wanting the thrill of sticking it to their parents by bringing the southside chick home. The girls are jealous that the filth from the other side of town has their boys’ attention. A tiresome cycle. Most of the rumors spreading around about me are childish. No doubt, a failed attempt to get under my skin. Jessa told me to find her at lunch time, and entering the cafeteria I guess I didn’t realize just how many students attend BH