Alkiblades

Erica took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. She needed every bit of bravery she could muster for this: she was about to face her bullies—with a little help from her best friend, the Internet. “Hey Muff, what’s up?” Shannon smirked, flicking her short blonde hair. Her senior accolade back from high school was ‘Most Likely to Become a Trophy Wife,’ a fact she was relentlessly proud of. Erica hated that nickname. It perfectly jabbed at her belly fat and an embarrassing locker room incident at the same time. She hated the girl who’d come up with it too—Mary had a talent for that sort of thing. She also had a talent for picking friends: acting as Shannon’s brains had earned her the kind of social status she’d never have seen otherwise. It wasn’t that Mary wasn’t attractive, she was certainly cute enough. But she’d hadn’t come from money like Shannon had, and probably wouldn’t have been much than one of the ‘nerdy girls’. Then again, she’d probably have preferred that fate compared to