My name is Lily Parker. I’m 22 years old,s. and I’ll never forget the morning three girls followed me into the bathroom and decided to humiliate me.
I was standing at the sink, washing my hands, when I heard someone laugh behind me.
“Aww, little princess! Think you’re special?”
I recognized that voice immediately.
It belonged to Vanessa Miller, the most feared girl at our college.
Vanessa was a very large, heavyset blonde woman who enjoyed intimidating anyone she considered weaker than herself. Her two closest friends, Madison and Chloe, followed her everywhere.
For months, those three had made my life miserable.
They mocked my bright yellow hair, laughed at my clothes, and whispered insults whenever I entered a classroom.
But that morning, something about Vanessa seemed different.
She wasn’t simply looking for another opportunity to embarrass me.
She was angry.
And I knew exactly why.
