Chapter FIFTY- EIGHT 

LIP MATCH  YRENE'S POV I stood there with tears running down my face, smelling like I was made of trash, and dropping trash onto the floor. Explaining what happened suddenly became the hardest thing in the world, and I couldn't even look at the triplets.  That was the worst embarrassment in all my life. I had endured all their bullying, but I couldn't keep this in. The tears just kept strolling down my face.  On the road, people had avoided me, giving me bad faces, and blocking their noses.  None of them seemed to consider it might have been a case of bad bullying. They all looked at me like I had done something wrong, while some looked at me like I was homeless.  The worst had been when a mother had guarded her kids from me. Pushing them to cross the road since it was a red light, only for them to continue walking in the same direction as I was, except they were walking on the other side of the road.  All those reactions had hurt, and I had felt really bad.  “Follow me.” I suddenly he