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outcome was on Jen’s side, but for me, their house was off-limits. I figured, since she didn’t call, they didn’t think I was telling the truth. I missed her, indeed, but I had to manage to get along by myself.
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    Seventh grade year, I started a new school, Boston Latin Academy. Me and Jen were supposed to be walking through that door together. From first to sixth grade, she and I were inseparable. We always attended the same school and ended up in the same class. I had never thought in a million years that she would become a dead memory with a painful afterthought. You may think I’m babbling too much or being too sensitive about the situation, but not having Jen around really hurt.
    The thought of what her brother did to me was a solid memory on my mind, and somewhere along the line, I began to blame her. What her brother did wasn’t her fault, but she was his sister—guilt by association.
    My first day of school, I walked into the lunch room with my Goodwill outfit on and penny loafer shoes, looking like a reject from the ’70s. I swear that aunt of mine made me wear that outfit on purpose. No other kid looked as cheap as me. It seemed like everybody had on the hottest gear, from the latest Jordan to the hottest Guess suit.
    I stood for a minute and looked to see if I saw anyone I knew. Nope, not one familiar face whatsoever. So after accepting being alone, I found a spot in the corner, next to some kid who looked just as nervous and lonely as me. The only difference was, he had on name-brand everything.
    I took a seat, got settled, and bit into my stale taco shell stuffed with undrained ground beef, soggy tomatoes, and brown, watery lettuce. I was ready to regurgitate every bite. I almost did too when this kid with bad breath got up in my face, pressing me with questions.
    â€œWhat’s your name? Desire, right? Can I get the hookup too?”
    First of all, I had never seen the boy ever in my life. Second of all, how did he know my name? Third of all, what hookup? And last but not least, he needed to shove a few Altoids in his mouth before he continued to talk because, I swear, my eyes were watering.
    I looked at him like he was crazy. “What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?”
    â€œYou know what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Ya girl told me how you let her brother hit it. I wanna know how can I be down?”
    I turned around to see who my so-called girl was, but I saw no familiar faces. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Everyone around me started snickering. A few people yelled out I was lying. I had no idea who these people were or where they came from. I looked around again, on the verge of tears, but this time, not from his hot breath. Guess who I spotted as the dirty culprit? Jennifer Watson.
    My ex-best friend was now my confirmed enemy. Seeing her brought up memories of what her brother had done to me. Tears trickled down my face. I went from flashbacks of being violated to the whorish statements of every loud and obnoxious kid in the lunch room.
    For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. I sat confused, trying to come to terms with being embarrassed in front of more than half of the seventh grade class. The provocative name-calling didn’t stop either. I had to get away.
    I got up and power-walked through the upperclassmen cafeteria. I had no idea where I was going, but I had to leave. It didn’t really make a difference though, because a crowd followed me. I could have slit every one of their throats. Jen’s especially, since she lied. Me and her brother did not have consensual sex. How could she do that to me?
    I ran out of the upperclassmen lunch room, and some kid dashed behind me.
    â€œHey, what’s wrong? Jada only said you were cool and that you give it up easy ’cause her brother already hit it.”
    I cried even harder. Can you believe that bastard had the audacity to come