Agatha could only wish that the ground would open and swallow her whole, she was going to have to stand up in front of her classmates, tell them about her family history and the meaning of her name. Once her parents found her temperature was normal, she was sent off to school. As her mom’s sobs faded into the background, he spoke: “Cutiekins, I sent a Lyft to get you, they’re about 15 minutes away. She had first met him on her second day of Jr. She sunk into her seat, dreading another day in this hell hole, reminding herself that soon she would graduate and head off to an Ivy League school without any of her classmates. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing you freak of nature?” Pris hissed at Agatha. Agatha ordered a yearbook, not sure why, because she only had one fond memory of her high school years, and it didn’t even happen at school. Junior High had been miserable for Agatha and high school had already proven to be worse. He looked down at Agatha and when her eyes met his, her heart sank. She stood in her foyer naked, wondering why her mom or dad hadn’t responded to her pitiful cries. Fortunately, the final semester of her senior year had just started and she would
