"I THOUGHT HIGH SCHOOL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT PROMS AND COLLEGE APPS, NOT SURVIVING A PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE THAT STARTED EVERY MORNING AT 7:45 AM. THE YELLOW STICKY NOTES WERE EVERYWHERE—UNDER MY DESK, IN MY LOCKER, EVEN SLIPPED INTO MY SHOES. ""NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE,"" THEY SAID. I KEPT SILENT UNTIL THE DAY I FOUND ONE INSIDE MY DEAD MOTHER’S JEWELRY BOX, AND THE TRUTH DESTROYED ME. Chapter 1: The Morning Ritual The smell of Oakhaven High was always the same: a nauseating mix of industrial fl