"Ever heard of a mirror? Or are you too busy pissing all over yourself? Take a good look at that ugly mug of yours. Do you think you're in my man's league?
"I thought you were some cunning vixen, seducing my boyfriend. Turns out you're dumb as rocks. Disgusting. With that face and IQ, you're only fit for the streets. Even the hobos would turn you down!"
Her eyes glinted with malice as she spat, "Justice warriors, let's go! We're gonna mess up that plastic surgery face of hers. See if she's got the guts to chase men after this! Filthy whore!"
The faculty, including Dean, who had initially sided with me, began to waver under Rebecca's relentless slander.
Doubt crept into their expressions.
"Um, Amelia," Dean began hesitantly, "if Rebecca's allegations are true, we'll have to suspend your position as student council president. And you won't be hosting the freshman ceremony."
My heart sank. I managed to croak out, "Dean, what are you saying?"
"As for your priority status for grad school admission..." he glanced at my crumpled form on the floor, "that's on hold. You might need to stay an extra year under probation.