Portal by Imogen Rose

Author:Imogen Rose [Rose, Imogen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780982800294
Google: B8cccAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0982800290
Publisher: Imogen Rose
Published: 2010-07-25T23:00:00+00:00

I woke with Kellan still asleep next to me. It was four in the morning. He looked so peaceful that I decided not to disturb him. My neck was still throbbing. I ran my fingers over the bruises.

I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Simla, I would teach her a lesson she’d never forget. What was going on with that girl? I couldn’t believe she did this to me, that I had allowed her to do this to me. Sweet, meek Simla, whatever had happened to her? She had become one of my good pals at Princeton. We had been unlikely friends, mismatched, but we had enjoyed each other’s sense of humor. Her shyness had put a lot of people off, however, I had gotten to know her in my geometry class during freshman year. I had spent most of my first week in that class peering over her shoulders to copy her work.

She had finally looked over at me and softly murmured, “I can help you out after class if you want.”

I had smiled at her. I didn’t really need any help. I just needed someone to do my homework for me occasionally. After all, hockey didn’t leave much time for math. We had initially struck up a silent friendship. We always nodded “hello” and smiled at each other when we passed each other in the corridor.

Princeton High had its share of bullies. I had long since established that I was not to be messed with and they left me alone. Although, they didn’t much approve of my hanging out with the hockey guys. Guys that they crushed on, guys that I had total access to. It didn’t go unnoticed that I was the girl who had been welcomed into the hallowed halls of the boys locker rooms for pre-game chats, that I was the girl who rode with the boys to the games, that I was the girl on their speed dial. I guess that it was odd that I had never dated any of them. I didn’t “crush” on the guys like the other girls. The last time I had “crushed” was in second grade, my best pal John, but I had not seen him in years. He had moved to France when we were eight.

Simla was an easy target for the bullies. She was almost always alone, always dressed in old clothes that were mostly too big for her. It was not long until the bullies noticed her and decided to make her life hell.

It all started in the girl’s restroom. One of the girls, Meghan, had decided that it would be fun to record Simla going to the toilet and then post it on Facebook. Of course, the video sucked. It was a hurried, blurred clip made by someone shoving a cell phone under the stall door for a couple of seconds. Simla couldn’t be identified in the clip but it left her humiliated. She withdrew further into herself and was absent from school for a number of days.

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