Emily dropped her head.
“The other girls… They hate me. It’s not just one person. It’s all of them. They move their bags when I try to sit down. They whisper ‘try-hard’ every time I answer a question in English. In the gym, they act like I’m invisible. They won’t even pass me the ball.”
A sharp ache hit my chest. “Why didn’t you tell me, Em?”
“Because I knew you’d storm into the principal’s office and make a huge scene. Then they’d hate me even more for being a snitch.”
“She’s not wrong,” Mark added quietly.
