Read Odd Girl Out part 1
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Gwen took her job as camp director seriously. These girls, some of them spoiled shamelessly by their indifferent parents, looked to her for structure, guidance. Someone had to teach them how the real world was going to work. When mommy and daddy wouldn’t be around to pay someone off, when everyone doesn’t worship you, when you’re not the most popular. So, when she learned from her predecessor about the secret ritualistic hazing that takes place in A&B every summer, she didn’t mind turning the other way. She viewed it as a character-building experience. She’d been bullied mercilessly by the rich girls at boarding school growing up. Her clueless parents had made her a target – she was already a scholarship kid, did they have to send her away with a suitcase full of her sister’s worn hand-me-downs? But, guess what, all that mistreatment made her the woman she was today. Director of an exclusive camp for girls for a month every summer, which was really almost like getting paid to go on vacation, Dean of Students at the boarding school where she was an alumnus. She was marrying the older brother of one of her worst adolescent tormentors in the fall. And how she loved to watch her squirm at every family gathering. Yes, life was good.
She heard a tap on the window, a rustling in the bushes. She rose and looked outside. There was no one. Probably a squirrel. But as soon as she sat down she heard a loud banging along the side of the building, like someone was throwing something heavy against the wall. I’m going to give these girls a piece of my mind. She stepped outside and looked around. There was no one there. The banging had stopped. She only heard the wind.
She returned to her desk, noticing that there was something covering her computer keyboard. A picture. A girl’s face. She gasped. Her eyes welled. Stella. There were words scrawled across her face. A question.
What did you do with her?
Just then, Scarlett stormed back into her office, holding a sheet of paper above her head. She could read the words on it from where she stood. Where is Stella? Her knees buckled. She had to sit.
“Is this your idea of a joke?!” Scarlett shouted. “Is that why you were talking about all that queen bee crap? Did you put one of the girls up to it?”
Gwen didn’t respond, just held up the photo so Scarlett could see. The color drained from Scarlett’s face. She slumped to the chair opposite Gwen’s desk. Gwen could see her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
“Someone else knows,” she whispered.
Gwen nodded gravely. “What are we going to do?”
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