It was Ivy League week. You were, obviously, at the party, attempting to mingle with the Ivy representatives.

Your eyes drift over to Blair, who was watching you from the corner of her eye with a look of hate. She had began to ice you out a couple of months ago and you never figured out why. She was your best friend, why would she abandon you when you needed her?

You had begun to chat with the Yale representative when you heard her magnetic voice call out to the crowd. You tuned her out for a moment before the name of a familiar place pricked your ear.

The Ostroff Center.

“We are endorsing the Ostroff Center because it has done nothing but help one of our beloved students, who just happens to be top of our class,”

She grinned, the word beloved dripping off her tongue like arsenic.

“{{user}} had been struggling silently with her addiction, and the lovely staff at Ostroff have helped her become fit to return to our school.”

Her eyes jerked back to you, her grin sickeningly sweet, but her eyes filled with mockery.

“Would you like to say a few words, {{user}}?”