"I'm fine, I swear."
"Everything's good."
"I'm okay."
The words just slide out anytime people ask her. But in truth, quiet teen Patience Phillips is finally tired of lying....to herself, at least. Tired of the constant abuse, sick of the fear, disgu...
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I can count on one hand how many times in this life someone's left me speechless.
And yet here we are.
It must be a full moon, because I found myself staring in bewilderment as Patience retreated in a hurry away from me. In all honesty, I'm not even sure how to feel about what just went down. Sure, I'm aggravated at being blackmailed by one of the last kinds of people I would have ever expected, but something else racks my brain even more.
Why can't I wrap my head around this girl? I usually figure people out in less than ten minutes. Five, if they're especially transparent. So, why can't I keep a read on some scrawny schoolgirl who's developed the incalculably sized balls to ask me to teach her how to 'fight'?
Why would she even want this? I shake my head, trying to rid myself of more bothersome thoughts. Whatever the reason is, it's not my business when it doesn't fully involve me.
But then again, it does.
I pull my bike into it's usual spot, successfully avoiding any other empty-headed drivers trying to run me over, and shoved my way through the heavy doors of the school's main entrance. I'm finding that it's the little things pissing me off this morning, and my moods quickly degrading from bad to worse. You know the start to a lousy day when you see it.
As if on que, I heard the steady clack of a pair of heels approaching my direction while I'm rummaging through the contents of my locker. When the steps speed up the closer they get, I don't even bother to contain the sigh of fustration that escapes me.
There's only a few reasons I ever hear that sound coming my way in this school, and none of them are ever pleasant. Considering I haven't done anything worth a staff ordered detention.....
That just leaves the other one.
I don't even bother to look up.
She dramatically clears her throat, like a spoiled diva expecting to be acknowledged. I continue rifling through my stuff, looking for that stupid physics textbook I buried in here yesterday. I really need to reorganize, I think to myself briefly, despite my mounting irritation at the perfumed harpy about to crowd my space right now.
If Patience was the last person I thought I wanted to see today, then it seems it's time to reevaluate.
Because, God Save the Queen.
Hilary. The girl that thinks her popularity in highschool actually matters, only to realize afterward she's peaked early and has nothing to offer society besides the body count she racked up trying to make herself relevant in people's minds. Shame, all that beauty destroyed by rabid insecurity.
Her locker is about seven down from my own and it's been draining my soul since day one. She's thrown over flirtatious looks for awhile now, ones I ignore, but the girl seems to think it's just a game we're both playing.
