I would never do the things they're saying.
ESPECIALLY not with him.
HIM! Ugh. Just the thought makes me want to hurl.

As soon as she sat down, Jessica heard a nasty, high-pitched titter. After a moment a couple of other voices chimed in. A cold feeling of dread seeped through Jessica's skin.
Trying not to cue anyone in to how self-conscious she felt, Jessica casually glanced around. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of an El Carro girl leaning over to whisper to a friend.
What was going on? Jessica started to panic. Was there toilet paper stuck to her shoe or something? Had someone slapped a Kick Me sign on her back? Frantically she looked down at herself, scanning for anything that was torn, stained, or unbuttoned.
Then she saw it - and almost screamed.
For a moment she couldn't move or breath. It was as if she'd had the wind knocked out of her.
Written across the top of the blackboard in big, jagged, white letters were the words, Jessica Wakefield is a slut,

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