Thirteen Years Later.As usual, the university café is filled with the noise of conversation and gossip. But today, for the first time, the noise annoys me. My head hurts, and the pill my mother gave me didn't help. I wish I could get everyone to talk more quietly. Even I can't do that, though; the room is too big. Smoothing a nonexistent crease in my silk shirt, I locate the right table and head toward it, nodding to the fawning glances and welcoming smiles along the way. My daily ritual is like a queen's procession through a crowd of subjects. I am Tasha Evans: president of the student council, organizer of the most talked-about parties on campus, head of the sorority, and a style icon that everyone wants to emulate. I have earned my popularity."Hi, sweetie!" Miley and Jenna get up from the table and take turns kissing me on the cheeks. They don't touch my skin so as not to ruin my makeup, as I taught them."Nice shirt, Tasha," Jenna comments as she pushes a green salad with aspara
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