#Chapter 11 Expelled

“Where did you get that dress, freak,” Bella hissed. “Did you steal it?” I glanced at the mocking faces surrounding me and shook my head. Why wouldn’t they leave me alone? I didn’t do anything to deserve this. “I said, where did you get that dress?” Bella repeated. She signaled the other girls, and the circle around me tightened. “My … my fah … fah … father gave it to me,” I stammered. Why did my stutter always get worse when it was vital for me to speak clearly? “Your fah … fah … father couldn’t afford that dress,” Bella said, mocking me. “Stop lying.” I didn’t understand. Why were they making a big deal over a dress? It was a pretty dress, but it was nothing to get mad over. “I’m not … not.. ly....” I was tempted to tell them my father was Alex Wilson, but they did not let me finish my words. “What brand is that dress? Who designed it? Do you know?” Bella demanded. I shook my head again. “I told you, my fah … father bah … bought it for