Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Four. DON'T WORRY FOLKS, WE TOOK OUT ALL HER TEETH
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
By the end of third period, Lacy officially felt as if she was the class act of a circus. She felt like she was an animal trapped in a cage trying to claw her way out, all eyes on her, but she couldn't scream or cry because all of teeth were taken out. They all stared at her like she was something they'd never seen before but others acted like they were scared of her. She wasn't scary. She was gentle. She wasn't mean. She was tame. But of course that was all before she was taken. Maybe secretly, underneath all the blood and grime she'd been buried under, her gentleness had been destroyed. Maybe there was a maliciousness hidden inside waiting to break out of her. Perhaps it would break out sooner than later.
Seeing Hannah ripped open the stitches she tried so hard to mend. The wailing creature kept secret in her throat desperately tried to claw its way out, leaving marks on the walls. She felt like crying but she didn't. All the tears she had were dried up. She's shackled in pain, her worsts bloody and bone exposed. Her mouth hurts.
She's yet to see anybody she knows apart from her encounter with Scott. She's not seen Lydia and Lacy wonders if she'd rather have it that way. She doesn't want Lydia to see her this way, so broken and on edge. They were the popular girls, the primadonnas, but now Lady knew they were on different levels. Lydia moved on and she stayed right where she was.
Coach Finstock was a character. That was the best way to put it. He spoke his mind, whatever was on his mind, without hesitation or a care what people thought. Lacy really hoped he wasn't like that with her today. Econ was always her favorite class but it was the middle of the semester. She couldn't possibly blend in now.
All eyes were on her when she walked into Econ. Her desk was occupied by Farah Smith. Lacy always sat in the front. She answered every question Coach Finstock asked. It's probably why he liked her so much. "Heyyy Lacy," coach said with his usual awkward laugh. He leaned in close to her, hovering his hand above her shoulder. "I understand things much better than hard right now, so, don't worry about trying to catch up right now. Just, uhhh, go with the flow."
