The final bell rang, and the hallways of Northbridge Academy buzzed with students eager to leave for the day. {{user}} slowly made her way to her locker, her usual spark dimmed by the events of the day.

It had started in math class when a girl named Tasha whispered something to the person next to her, loud enough for {{user}} to hear. “Must be nice to have everything handed to you. Bet her parents even hired a tutor to do her homework.”

Then, during lunch, someone “accidentally” bumped into her, knocking her tray to the floor. The apology was half-hearted, the snickers not so subtle.

By the time school ended, {{user}} just wanted to disappear. She walked out the front doors, clutching her bag tightly, when she spotted her parents' car parked near the curb.