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chapter eleven sharp scissors and lizards ♡
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Berle had been so off lately... so had Yulette's mother; they were both so distant. Amelie had come back home really late, just to leave early in the morning the next day.
Her brother was constantly leaving for a reason she didn't understand, but Yulette had a problem with the whole situation: her mother never stopped Berle, but always stopped her.
Even though Yulette was paranoid, she still felt like it was unfair. So, she took it into her own hands.
Yulette took the sharpest scissors she could find, and placed them in her jackets pocket; just in case. She wanted to go on a day stroll; her and Sofia used to go on them all the time.
Maybe she would get in trouble later... but she wanted to remember that feeling: the feeling of getting in trouble, the feeling those old memories, the feelings that she didn't feel anymore.
Now, her family was too scared to hurt her. Not physically, but mentally.
Yulette had become so sensitive in the past few months; nobody outside of her mother and brother knew about it: that was the sad part.
Maybe if everyone knew about it, she wouldn't have been treated so poorly at school. But bullies will be bullies, right?
But there was someone else... Max Mayfield. She didn't treat her poorly; it was something else. A connection: a connection that Yulette didn't want. Yulette had felt it before, but it had taken years to form before.
Why was it forming so fast? She hardly knew the girl, and frankly: she didn't want to know her. It just reminded her of a failed friendship that she wanted more from.
Yulette didn't want friends, she didn't want to talk to anyone about it. All she wanted was to be safe; that was still an impossible task.
