My heavy feet stomped through the science building. A large grey sweater with rainbow threads peeked out from my black leather jacket. My heart stopped dead when I heard clopping heals behind me.
A hot pink claw reached out and tapped my tense shoulder.
"What's up Birdie?"
The hideous voices I heard giggling behind me sent my entire body swerving around.
"What do you want now Grace? You should be ashamed of yourself. You deserve to burn in the deepest-!"
"Wow chill Frenchy"
"I outta kill you right now. And give you a taste of your own medicine!" I shouted at her, a group of onlookers began to form around us.
"Wow...That was real scary. You cost me everything Charlotte Spencer. I intend on doing the same to you."
I couldn't help the leg that slid out from under me and kicked her in the stomach. She groaned and fell back into her Henchwomen. I turned on my heels and dashed back to my apartment, aware that I was missing my theatre class.
I burst into my apartment, breathing heavily. The door slammed shut as I put my weight against it. I slid down onto the floor into a ball.
My phone buzzed several times but it remained in my jacket pocket. The tears poured from my eyes, making Katie's sweater damp. I took in a few shaky breaths and stood up. The small flashing light on my phone said, 18 new messages. I sighed and turned it back off.
My feet began to move without my permission to the bathroom. It stunk of cold medicine and dried blood. My stomach churned. I turned away.
The world would have been so much better if it was me.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
