Yvonne went to school the next day with a sleeveless turtleneck maroon sweater paired with a black ripped skinny jeans. She even went as far as curling her hair and putting makeup on her face to cover her so called imperfections.
She felt confident and beautiful. Unfortunately, they didn't think as so. They called her names. Calling her a 'whore' for showing her arms when they did the same. Calling her a 'bitch' for curling her hair. Calling her 'fake' for putting makeup on. She didn't understand. If they can do it then why can't she?
They even spray painted her locker with three letters. Letters that were stuck in her mind.
H O E
Her fist clenched as she held back her tears. She wouldn't cry. Crying is for the weak and she is not weak. Crystal took the advantage of the situation and walked towards her. "So Yvonne, did you fuck your dad this morning?" she questioned with the most fake smile Yvonne has ever seen.
"No. I bet you did since you asked me that," Yvonne responded then widening her eyes in shock. Oh she was so dead. Crystal was blazing in fury. "What did you say?" Crystal spat with so much anger.
"N-nothing. I'm sorry Crys-"
"Stop! A peasant like you don't have the honor to say my name. You want forgiveness? Let me tell you that you have to earn forgiveness," Crystal shrieked. Yvonne looked at her with questioning eyes. How was she supposed to earn forgiveness?
Crystal saw the gears spinning inside of Yvonne's head and smirked. "You have to kiss my feet," Crystal said. Gasps surrounded the hall yet no one stepped in to save Yvonne. They were scared that the same would happen to them. Yvonne blinked in surprise.
"Faster hoe, you're wasting my time!" Crystal shouted at her making her flinch. Slowly, she knelt down and kissed her feet. Crystal snatched her feet back but made sure that one of her long, sharp and perfectly manicured nails scratched her face.
When they were all gone, Yvonne let her tears slip. How dare they. How dare they treated her like this. It was as if she was a disgusting pig.
The difference is you're a disgusting hoe.
Her mind spoke and she inhaled sharply. She denied it but every time she did. That voice will always reply with 'you are.' Her mind has turned against her just like everyone else that she knew.
Walking into the bathroom with her shoulders slumped, she watched as her thighs rub together as she walked. It was a clear sign that she wasn't skinny enough. She wanted a thigh gap so she could be prettier. So she could be one of them.
She stared at her reflection and took out her makeup bag. With trembling hands, she applied a wing eyeliner which she had practiced a million times the day before. Slapping on some foundation and bold red lipstick, she smiled happily.
She looked hot. Her already defined cheekbones matched her bold red lips. Her makeup made her look flirtatious and look like them. She tied her hair into a sleek ponytail and walked to class.
Seeing as she had already missed Trigonometry class, she rushed to her Biology class which was not far from the bathroom. Minutes later, students came in all gawking at her new look. That gave a major boost to her self-esteem.
Until Crystal decided to ruin it.
"Looks like you've finally live up to your name. Yvonne the hoe."
Laughters erupted around the class. Yvonne felt very humiliated and angry. "I am not a hoe!" Yvonne lost it. She finally lost it. She was mad and was ready to take down Crystal Arlandé.
"Oh I'm sorry I don't speak hoe language," Crystal said faking sadness. It was ironic since Yvonne wasn't the one spreading her legs for people. "What did I ever do to you?" Yvonne whispered shakily.
"Some things are better left unsaid. After all, if I did say then you would've been busy thinking of who to fuck today instead of listening to what I'm saying," Crystal retorted. Yvonne was close to tears for the second time that day.
Maybe she wasn't ready to take Crystal down.
A/N
Crying doesn't make you a weak person. It shows that you have been strong for a long time. Don't let anyone take advantage of you. Bye :)
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Short Story"I survived." Yvonne Harrington is a girl of many problems. All she ever wanted was for people to love her and to be friends with her. She changed herself in order to fit in with society's standards. She didn't realize what she did towards herself u...
