Between the icy chill at practice whenever I have to interact with Jamie and the forced friendship I portray during the play with Jessie, I arrive home each night emotionally frayed. My father says very little, being in the middle of something or another at work, and I offer even less. What plagues me most are all the words I long to say, the emotions I long to express, but cannot. Each night I fall into bed, too worn out even to cry. Wokie alone knows the whole of it, and he holds my secrets close in his loyal doggie heart.
One evening as I lie on my bed, hoping to fall asleep, I hear my brother's phone rang. He answers it and flips to the speaker, assuming I am asleep.
"I'm worried," Danny's voice floods the line.
Felix agrees. "Me too. Even our mom poked her head out of her room to check in with Cheyanne."
"For such a popular girl she sure is lousy at making friends," Danny comments. I want to be annoyed, but where is the lie?
Felix chuckles. "She doesn't want any new friends. She seems like such a social butterfly, but in reality Cheyanne likes a small group of friends and that's all." Felix is quiet for a moment. "I just really want to punch that Carl asshole in the face."
"I consider decking him after rehearsal," Danny states. "I don't even think Mr. Gilmore would care too much." I decide to leave my brother and boyfriend to their discussion, and drift off to sleep.
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Forget Green Gables
Teen FictionBeing a high school freshman is hard enough, but what is a girl to do when her own mother has become venomous, her twin brother rockets to the forefront of high school popularity, and no amount of styling products will keep her hair tamed? As she m...
