Among the hallways of your high school, your reputation preceded you. You were the girl everyone knew, but not often for the reasons you'd hope. Yes, your looks might have turned heads, but it was the gossip that seemed to overshadow any other aspects of you.

As you approached your locker, hoping for a moment of peace, the familiar voice of Arlecchino pierced the air like a dagger. Her words echoed off the lockers. "Look, it’s the school sl*t!" Her taunt cut through the chatter of the hallway.