Chapter 23 Taunting Words

The moment our coach informed us that we would be joining the football team for a retreat—worse yet, that we would be accompanied by Miss Treton—I half-debated faking an illness. I mean, she gets a free ride for four days of misery, leaving us stuck with a whack-ass bitch? I think I deserved one too. Don’t even get me started on the fact that we’re "tagging along with the boys." What the hell does that even mean?