At Prestige High School
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The school bell rang for recess, ending English class.
Ciara's head hung miserably in her palm, propped up by her elbow on the desk.
She had barely heard a single word the teacher had said. She was just too busy dying from emotional buffeting.
All morning she had been suffering different shades of emotional attack:
On the one hand, Sonia's dangerous darts of hatred were flying mercilessly from the left together with supporting needles from Susan and Priscilla. And on the other hand, Luke's flirtatious cupid's arrows hit her squarely in the back of her head from 2 rows behind!
By the end of the first group of classes, Ciara's entire body was so ridden with invisible arrows, needles and darts that she now looked like a porcupine.
She sighed with emotional exhaustion and collapsed on her desk.
