Three days before the end of the school year. Three blow-off days. Three days when nobody gives a damn anymore about academics. Three days with even less structure than usual in the school day. Three days when the bullies are no longer preying on victims, but engaging in a full-fledged feeding frenzy.
Miraculously, I had passing grades in all my classes. I wish I could say it
was because I was smart, but I'd be lying. It's because Donna did most of my homework for me, and showed me ways to cheat on the tests. She even made up some "sample tests" for me to practice on. If only I didn't get killed between classes, I'd be fine.
I had a little moral dilemma when it came to the cheating, but Donna simply
replied that "Pretty girls always get what they want, and I want you to pass."
It looked like I'd be in for an interesting summer... but I had no idea just how interesting it could get.
"High heels? Why?"
