“We have a new student today. Jolie, why don’t you introduce yourself?” Having learned over the years that it is just easier to do as they ask, I stand. “I’m Jolie. Pretty sure you will all hate me—most people do after a while. I’m a foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks. The Myers family has been gracious enough to take pity on me for the next few months. What else . . .” “You’re a crazy bitch that smashes expensive-ass cars.” Cutting a scathing look at the kid that just spoke, I retort, “Take that as a lesson learned on Laughn’s behalf to never touch a woman unless you have consent.”
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