The Mic Drop Queen: My Unapologetic Rise
ut I just stared out the window at the dark highway. The viral clip was already everywhere. My phone bu
scrubbing the festival grime and the memory of his face o
veryone had seen the video. I walked to my studio class with my he
p to the class we
tside the arts building. He looked terrible. His eye
arted, his voice crack
I said, trying t
like. Tiffany was just... she was upset. Her f
With your tongue
re sending her death threats. She's a mess. You have to hel
e cheated, got caught in the most public way
her?" I asked, my voice dangerous
g to anger. "You always have to be the center of attention, don't you
pped and looked hi
ou want a
y Instagram. His pathetic attempt at damage control came an hour la
parate ways a few weeks ago. We wish each other the best. Please respect our privacy and st
e history. To make me t
photo album and my text messages.
new post. A
from the morning of the festival. "I love you
t from two days before that. "Thin
t week. "You're my e
of us from the week before he claimed we'd broken up. I titled the post
entary. I didn't need to. T
t 'p
from my life. My phone immediately started blowing up again, but this time, it was different. The tide of p
dia war was o
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