I saw it coming.
Those girls never know when to quit. It's a good thing I'm only willing to hit boys cause they get pretty annoying. Not that girl Gilda though. She does her best to hold 'em back.
I don't know why they hate me so much.
Maybe they heard what I said in the mall that day when I passed that all pink store.
It just hurts my eyes.
Huh, I should try talking to them sometime. Today I guess.
My names Rita by the way. Rita Green. Otherwise known as Loner. Gilda's the only one who calls me by Rita so far as I know, but I don't mind the nickname.
I left my locker and looked for the crew of pink.
I hated saying or thinking that, why not just go by cool girls!?
I found them hanging around a table by the parking lot. "Hey!" I yelled waving. Gilda waved back while the others just backed away.
I under stood that. They didn't know me very well and I can relate.
Which, possibly regrettably, is why I'm here.
"Hey Rita, how life treating ya girl!"
"Fine" I said bluntly "so far" I almost whispered looking to the two divas of the group.
YOU ARE READING
Reflected through her eyes
Novela JuvenilGilda "Sweetheart" Octavious and Rita "Loner" Green are two sixteen year old freshmen girls who are nearly exact opposites. Rita has a bad attitude, few friends, and a very rough and aggressive style. Gilda is a bit of a "sweetheart", has lots of...
