Hangnail by Aylish O’Sullivan

Nobody liked Ramona. I’m not 100% sure why. It could have been her frizzy hair, the way her nose was always slick with oil, or the way she spit when she talked. We had tried to get rid of her in our group. Ignored her. “Forgot” to invite her places, and even made snide remarks in hopes she would take a hint and go sit somewhere else during lunch. She was a human hang nail. Painful to watch, but still holding on tight. It was going to take a serious act of public humiliation to rip her from our group – it was just a matter of time until we figured it out. Middle school can be so cruel.