Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything... May it's about un-becoming everything that isn't really you. So you can be who you are meant to be in the first place.
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⍟Levi
||New York||
2:15 pm
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It was a fine day in New York City. The frigid air penetrated my skin, chilling my blood, sinking into the marrow of my bones like wet concrete. I rubbed my hands together to form some kind of heat.
"Don't you think you should be wearing a jacket, it is pretty cold outside," Amanda says as we walk back to the car.
"I was wearing one. I just forgot it in the car because I was so busy worrying about getting to your school. "
Amanda rolls her eyes. "You didn't have to worry about me." She says. "I had everything under control."
I scoffed. "Your principal called me twenty-three times, threatening to expel your ass. That doesn't sound like under control to me."
"Whatever." Amanda mumbles, getting into the passenger seat. Letting out a breath, I drove out of her schools' parking lot.
"Why'd you fight that girl?" I finally asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Amanda! So help me god if you don't tell me why you got into that fight, I'll tell dad." I threatened. "I honestly don't know what the hell has gotten into you. You graduate in five months, yet y---"
"She called Lacy a prostitute!" Amanda yells.
"What?" I asked, taking my eyes off the road.
Tears fell from Amanda's eyes. She quickly wipes them away. "She called Lacy a prostitute." She says again, this time more of a whisper.
My mouth shuts. I didn't know what to say.
"I'm tired of people saying things about her. They didn't know her, yet they have so many negative things to say about her... its... its frustrating."
"You didn't have to fight her Amanda. You could've ju--"
"Could've just what? Ignored her!" Amanda screeched. "I've tried that, I've tried that so many times with so many people and it doesn't work." She yells. Gazing straight ahead I made a right, turning into a small plaza. I put the car on park and turn to Amanda.
