I'm comforting Amaria while she's crying and she looks up at me, makeup streaming down her face.
"Why doesn't he love me anymore?" she says crying. "Am I ugly? Am I not good enough?"
"He's stupid, he didn't know what he was doing." I say hugging her tightly. Amaria buries her face in my chest. "Come on let's go home," I say and let go of her. She sits back in the seat with her hands covering her face. I drive us to the house. When we get to the house I help Amaria out the car. I feel so bad for her.
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My True Rightful Place (Editing)
Teen FictionA girl has been closed out of everything. Not being able to be who she wanted at her old school, she finally has a chance at her new school. What she has been hiding at her old school can make or break her. Can Amaria Capetta actually fit in for onc...
