They M.0.cked Me as the Janitor’s Daughter Every Day—But On Prom Night, I Arrived in a Gown and Limousine That Left Everyone Speechless

High school wasn’t just tough—it was merciless. Every hallway felt like a stage where the rich kids performed their cruelty, and I was always their favorite punchline.

My name is Clara, and I was branded before I ever had a chance. My father worked nights as the school’s janitor, mopping the very floors those same kids strutted across in their designer sneakers. That was all they needed to decide who I was.

“Janitor’s Girl.”
“Broom Girl.”
“Trash Princess.”

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