Everyone loves her. She’s untouchable—beautiful, ruthless, and always five steps ahead. Teachers adore her. Students fear her. And when she decides someone doesn’t belong, they don’t. For some reason, she’s decided that someone is me. It starts with whispers and knowing looks. Then rumors. Then carefully orchestrated humiliation that leaves no proof, no fingerprints—just damage. She turns my friends distant, my victories meaningless, my days exhausting. To everyone else, she’s perfect. To me,