It should be illegal, it's just that humiliating. Usually I would play basketball or jog in after our six laps of warm-up without breaking a sweat, but for the time being, I have to sit on the bleachers and watch the girls play basketball.
Some girls turn around and laugh so loudly I know it's got to do with me.
And then my blue eyes meet her brown ones that match perfect, full, smirking lips and flicker away in a heartbeat.
Jennifer Tomms. My ex-best friend.
How could she?
A ball flies towards my face and nocks off my wig, revealing the thin fuzz of hair on my scalp. The entire class goes quiet. Balls stop bouncing right on cue.
It's all I can do to hold in the tears until I reach the bathroom.
And then, after the final bell that signals the end of lunch, I hear a muffled sob. It isn't me.
So I wait and peer out of the crack between the stall door and wall, and see a face.
Pale.skin.blue.eyes.black.hair.
tears.scratches.lovebiteonherneck. Fear.
And she sees me and jumps away from my freakish face in the mirror. And I know her, oh, I know her. How much I hurt her and cursed her and talked about her when she didn't know.
But she smiles weakly and whispers,
"Are you okay?"
I remember asking her the same thing so long ago, and then hurting her, hurting her, hurting her, until I was sure she wasn't okay.
Is this really her payment for my cruelty?
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That Girl
Teen FictionMiranda Greene used to be that girl. The girl with the perfect looks, perfect life, perfect everything. But when her health drops and her looks and friends drop as well, she finds herself doubting her past and wondering, what happened to that girl?
