THE STORY OF US

The rest of the day is filled with chatter about Mariah's supposed abortion. I shouldn't even call it supposed because her face was an indicator of that fact. Everywhere I go, someone is talking about 'The Queen of Adelaide' and how she had an abortion. I haven't seen Mariah since she walked out, humiliated no doubt, at lunch. My guess is she went home. 

As much as I would like to gloat over her humiliation, I can't. It just doesn't feel right. I know what it's like to be humiliated. Mariah did a number on me when I first arrived at Adelaide until I stopped taking her bullshit, but anyways, humiliation in front of the whole school is no joke. That shit does serious damage to your self-esteem and to your mental health.

I can't believe I'm sympathizing with my nemesis!