"Fuck you," I spat at Stacey.
Stacey remained silent, her mouth opened slightly in shock.
"Fuck you, and our friendship. I don't need you to continuously follow me and act as if you know everything about me when you really don't."
"I have been trying to help you fit in, and you don't see that."
"Oh, so hurting an innocent person is actually considered as helpful? I have better morals than you do Stacey, at least I know the difference between right and wrong. And I am not going to associate myself with someone who is as insensitive as you."
I walked off outside of her home into the rain.
I saw a sharp edged stone poking out from underneath the dirt and ripped it out from the ground.
I stretched my arm back and threw it hard and as far as possible.
The stone smacked against the light post and broke into smaller pieces as I started to run back to my own house.
I let the remnants of my anger turn into a kind bitterness that made my mood turn sour to the point where I just couldn't function.
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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...
