"He's only friends with you because of your disability. Ben sympathizes you, Myra."
I shook my head bluntly, denying her poisonous statement.
I remember in that moment how much my chest started to hurt as soon as Stephanie opened her big mouth.
She just didn't know when to stop talking, and it irritated me.
"Now, I'm not thinking this. I know that for a fact that you don't deserve to be labeled as his best friend."
I sucked in an inaudible breath of pure agitation.
I can imagine the steam coming out of my ears and I could feel my blood coming up to a boil.
Stephanie sensed my livid attitude and she continued to mock me.
She even went as far as to shoving me up against my locker, her french manicured finger jabbing at my proportionate chest.
"You're another one of those fake whores who sneak their way into gathering all of that attention."
I couldn't take it anymore; I harshly slapped her across the face.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Historia CortaMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
