Edie and Open to all [backdated to Monday, Valentine's Day]
Edie had lied like a rug to her father about the shiner that she'd gotten from her tussle with Karofsky the other night. He was calling her every day, trying to get her to forgive him. She just hung up on him and wouldn't even speak to him.
She didn't want to go to school. Valentine's Day was going to suck majorly with everyone being in love and sickening and the stares at her eye. It also didn't help that her right hand was still swollen. She wrote with that hand!
Oh, Cheerios practice is going to be wonderful today, Edie thought as she savagely slammed open her locker. She had sunglasses on to hide the worst of the black eye, but it was still very noticeable.
Oh, she hated her life. She hated this town, and she hated this school so damn much!