![]() ![]() My eyes haze, rage winning over the calm bravado I attempted to force myself into.īefore anyone can stop me, not that there’s anyone who would give a shit to, I snatch the closest tray off the nearest table and in one swift move, one hard, full swing, smash it across the side of her face. The laughter echoes, growing louder until it wraps around my throat like my mother’s hands when in a fit, choking me until I lose focus. “Maybe if she wasn’t such a slut her whore mom wouldn’t have kicked her out for sleeping with her new man.” I keep walking, and I’m almost free and clear, almost through the door and away from the trouble I surely don’t need but can’t seem to escape.īut of course, nothing in my life is simple and just before my left foot joins my right, the final step through the open door, the bitch decides she’s not done and runs her mouth. Move your feet, exit this piece of shit cafeteria, and go get high. Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings.these are the boys of Brayshaw High. Too bad for me, they're determined to make sure I do. They expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they’ve deemed me fit. ![]() I didn’t listen, and now I’m on their radar. Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for “troubled teens.” ![]() “Girls like you aren’t exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way.” To the one waiting for your time to fly, be strong. ![]()
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