BETTY'S POV- BETRAYAL AND BULLYING

As I sat in the classroom, I couldn't help but think about my life before college. My name is Betty Thompson, and I'm the fourth child of Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, owners of the renowned "Thompson's Stitches" business.

Growing up, my siblings and I were taught to live modestly, despite our family's immense wealth. Our parents kept their fortune a secret, even from us, and we were instructed to blend in with our peers. I often wondered why they felt the need to keep it a secret, but I never dared to ask.

As I began my journey at Britin's University, Los Angelus, I was determined to make a fresh start. I had everything I needed, courtesy of my parents, and I was eager to make new friends. However, my first day didn't quite go as planned. Despite my efforts to fit in, I was met with indifference by my classmates. It seemed that my attempts to present myself as a humble, scholarship student had backfired.

During lunch, I was confronted by a group of girls who spat on my food and issued a thinly veiled threat. They demanded that I do their bidding, including washing their clothes and fetching them food, or face the consequences. I was taken aback by their brazen behavior, but I refused to back down. Instead, I chose to play along, biding my time until I could figure out my next move.

As I sat in class with Luna, I began to open up to her about my experiences. "The first break commenced, and I got to the cafeteria to have lunch, and that was when I was surrounded by a group of girls who spat at the food I was about to eat," I explained. "I didn't know them from anywhere, so I was actually pissed, but I chose to remain calm on the surface."

Luna listened intently, her eyes wide with concern. "One of the girls then told me that if I wanted to survive in that school, I should be ready to do whatever they or any boy asks me to do," I continued. "That was when I realized that they were nothing but bullies, and they had their groups too."

Luna's expression turned somber, and she reached out to place a comforting hand on my arm. "I'm so sorry, Betty," she said. "That must have been really tough for you."

I smiled weakly, grateful for her sympathy. "It was, but I'm trying to move on," I said. "I'm just glad that I have you as a friend now, Luna."

As we left the classroom, I turned to Luna and said, "Come with me, let's go get your name badge." We headed to the badge administrator's office, where Luna received her name badge. "Wow, I love the inscription," she exclaimed.

"I know, right?" I replied, smiling. "It's so bold and curvy, just like you." We both laughed, and I felt a sense of camaraderie with Luna.

Next, I took Luna on a tour of the school, showing her the restroom and introducing her to some of my acquaintances. As we were leaving the restroom, we heard a commotion coming from outside. We rushed out to see what was happening and were met with a disturbing sight - a group of boys beating up a student, leaving him bleeding and bruised.

Luna's eyes widened in horror, and she turned to me, asking, "But why aren't there girls anymore?" I explained to her that I never saw them again after my encounter with them. As we returned to the classroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of our college?