jungmis pov:
i held the locket i stole from claire's too tight in the palms of my hands as i tried humming the alphabet backwards. walking through the lockerless hallways without another pair of bleached shell shoes and two converses' bobbing around next to me, felt off-color.
my stomach clenched to the smell of body odor and the vulgar glares from ballet dancers- here we are september.
JUNGMIS DIARY
the air felt like a warm bath and i promised to keep my lips zipped until i saw someone i liked enough- to try and talk with them about the latest IT. i know im being superstitious but
