Round Two: My Second Chance

embered was pain, th

Vance and her new boyfriend corne

nd Tiffany had destroyed

eyes sna

. My old

itten poster I hadn't

ding. My hands, they

out of bed,

seventeen-year-

efore the SATs, befor

ark and

ot be

over me. If I was ba

was a punc

ark, my childhood friend, and Ti

n trouble, for "snitching" abou

om a key football gam

nge was

fake social media profile. Spr

ew. My record was trashed. Co

l vindictive. Her thug boy

s re

ance. A chance to fi

I was

l bell. I

hes, grabbed my

thwood High buzzed.

I saw

the lockers, Tiffany Vance

d... smug.

A flicker. Not sur

smirk spread a

id, held a sharp, predatory glint. She whi

They were

. This wasn't jus

s rou

cements crackled o

big welcome back to all our students!

Just

ly of the year, the cheerle

was lo

abbed the microphone fr

lled, swaggering to th

from the blea

ortant question for

a ridiculously oversized

and I know you'll make this one even better! Wi

sophomores who didn't know th

ked, "Yes! Oh

embraced in a disgu

e top bleacher, m

e actually sai

ing to be subtle.

They thought this "reborn" st

p first time around due to his lazines

ld just waltz back in

ver Tiffany' s shoulder.

alle

allenge

dn't break. This