Hi, My name's Angela. I remember when I was younger, parading around as if I owned the school. There was this one boy. He was a strange one. While most of the boys played football, he would be singing, usually to Sofia. Yes, Sophia Smith. I remember how jealous I got. She had it all. Even him, but she pushed him away. I was angry that he tried harder, I knew I was mad, but I didn't know I was mad enough; to become his bully Book 2: The Secrets That Were Never Shared