[COMPLETE] When Sasha Parker is sent to a boarding school eight hours away from home, it's for all the wrong reasons. Defending herself shouldn't have brought her to her ultimate ruin. But it did.
A punishment she felt she didn't deserve was accor...
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It got better with time. On many occasions had I heard this statement and on those times I believed it without any doubt.
When a particular statement was used frequently, we tended to unconsciously believe it. It was until we found ourselves in similar situations that we got to know how honest or false that statement was.
We were all different people. Our perspectives, views, opinions were different. Our nature, our bodies and beings responded to things differently because we were different in that sense.
And so one might get over something or someone in a short span and another might not. It by all means didn't mean the ones who got over it pretty fast perhaps weren't affected by the situation that much. No. It was just how they were.
And the fact that they were an epitome of that policy didn't mean everyone was. A simple explanation to this was that we were different. We were all so different from each other.
I didn't think I fitted into the group that healed with time. Or maybe it was because it hadn't been that much long. Anyway I wasn't part of those that got over things quickly. I think that was the best way to put it.
I thought it would at least get better. It didn't. And today was Saturday my first weekend in this miserable school.
The rest of the school days were awful. It was like a routine. Went to bed crying and then woke up to continue where I left off. The only difference was that, the next day was always painful and miserable than the previous.
I looked tired. I was tired. I was drained and emotionally at that too.
And then I had Stacey on my tail too. I hope you remembered her. Honestly if you didn't, I couldn't say blamed you because trust me she wasn't worth remembering.
So Stacey was the girl who was stuffing her bra the other day and my big mouth so conveniently spilled it to the class.
Yeah the epitome of disgrace to females. Good you remembered, finally.
She was a nightmare. The worst I'd ever had and seriously that was saying a lot judging the kind of nightmares I'd had so far if you got what I meant.
So Stacey was a bit more bitchy than Kate. An upgraded version of her as I liked to refer to her as. However, upgraded was just a modification to it. A bitch was a bitch, upgraded or not it still was.
And we had ways of handling them. At least I did. I think Kate was preparing me for an encounter as such all this while. But then again I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.
Anyway so the thing I did to Stacey in class, no one ever did it to someone and just walked away scot-free. It was just a cherry on the cake that it was Stacey and not any other someone. Sarcasm. Sarcasm.
So after that day, she made it her life's mission to make me miserable. Ha! As if I wasn't already.
And while I was handling her pretty well, it was still exhausting. I wasn't even through with what was on my plate and she was already adding up to it.
