In the days leading up to the dance, the siege on Whitney has not relented. Vague and worrying notes keep appearing in her locker, her backpack, on the desk that she always claims in English, even one in her shoe when returning from gym.
“Mean girls smirk and mean girls sneer... Sadie Hawkins is drawing near. Dare you even show up stag? Can’t get a date as a bitchy hag.”
“Life as queen bitch was fine and grand, what will you do if I force your hand?”
“Sure it’s fun to snigger and laugh, until it’s turned against your behalf...”
And the last, in the morning of the dance...
“Make a show of real repentance, burn book truly Burnt. Otherwise you’re soon to see how tables can be turnt...”