Hollow

When I moved to Hollow Point, Pennsylvania I had a plan. I would do whatever it takes to climb my way to the top of the social ladder, not caring who I had to step on to get there.
The girl who started that rumor about your eating disorder?
That was me.
The girl who made out with your boyfriend?
Me again.
The girl you don’t ever want to cross?
You’re looking at her, bitch.****