The Revenge of One Humiliated
"You know, Élianor, no one will ever want you. You're fat, you're ugly, and you stink of loneliness. Dancing with you is the price I paid for a bet. You're just a joke."
Silence falls in the cafeteria. A deathly silence. Then, laughter explodes. Unrestrained, hysterical laughter that seems to shake the walls. Hundreds of pairs of eyes are fixed on me. I see them, those eyes, shining with malice, with glee. I see my sister's face, radiant, in the front row.
I am the joke. The punchline. The beast.