The frustration I have in my veins is unbearable.
My blood is boiling and I can feel the steam practically coming out of my ears.
"I don't need you to tell me what you have been doing to her! I don't need you to serve me like one of those posers!"
Stacey stood in front of me, her delusional smile turned into a deep frown.
"Are you telling me that I shouldn't help you anymore?"
"Help? What do you mean help? Do you think hurting an innocent, disabled girl is going to solve anything?"
"But-"
"I can't help that Myra likes him! She deserves him way more than I do! Just stop trying to get in the way between them! I know that you really look up to me Stacey, but I am no goddess, and I am no messiah!"
"I know that, but it's not me who's always lost and trying to fit in social groups, Vanessa. It's you; you're the real poser here. You are also just the new girl here at this school, and you are absolutely no different from Myra."
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama 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...
