We treated her like garbage for months. We laughed when she cried. Then the Black Suburbans rolled up to the cafeteria windows, and the men with earpieces didn’t come for a diplomatic visit—they came for the girl we just destroyed. I’ve never seen the Principal shake like that.
PART 1 Chapter 1: The Paper Storm The sound of crumpled paper hitting a human body is softer than you’d think. It’s not a thud. It’s more like a whisper, a dry, scratching rustle against cheap fabric. But when five hundred kids are doing it at the same time, it sounds like a landslide. I…