It was even worse than when Jed had dumped me, because then I'd still been a Diamond; now I was a nobody. Clarissa didn't yell for me to hurry up so we could walk to class; Priya didn't pull me aside on my way to Spanish to tell me about what Todd Jericho had said to her during physics; Lili didn't sit with me at lunch and listen to me complain about JeDarcy or help me with my calculus. I was alone. The one person I had was Anderson, and we only had art class together, which was nice—don't get me wrong—but it wasn't everything.Fact: It's amazing how fast one's social life can deteriorate in private school.Since all the days at Bennington pretty much sucked, it's hard to distinguish them from one another. My memory of those first few weeks is like a watercolor painting done by a four-year-old. One day, though—November 12, a Tuesday—stands out because it was quite possibly the worst day of my entire life. Among other things, it was the day I went to Principal Newman for help and he denied me.
