Author's Note:
*Sigh*
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We were back to back, each poised to run. We had our carts ready for this life of death race. “Three, two, one, go!” She yelled, and we were off.
We didn’t care we looked like madwomen in our sweatpants and tank tops; it was GNI, or girls night in. From my house, we’d gone to Sarai’s, changed into comfy clothes and made it to the convenience store at around five thirty.
I dashed down the aisle, whacking various appealing candy and chocolate into my cart. The lady at the checkout had a pissed off face as she flipped through a magazine. She’d look up now and then to give us a dirty look, but we ignored her.
She was pudgy and had frizzy red hair. The permanent scowl etched in her face was magnified by the one tooth that hung out of her mouth, sort of like Nanny McPhee. If only being good could help her. Sadly, what she needs is a dentist.
I reached the end of the aisle and turned around triumphantly. “Done!” I looked around but Sarai was nowhere.
“Sarai?” I inquired, looking left and right. I pushed my heavy cart around to go back down the aisle. “Sarai?”
“Boo!”
“Oh my chicken nuggets you scared the hash browns out of me!”
“That was the plan.” She smirked.
We payed for the items, with the lady scowling at us the whole time.
“Jeez, why hasn’t that lady gotten fired yet.” I muttered as we stepped out of the convenience store.”
“I know right, gah.”
The frigid air stung my cheeks and I shivered involuntarily. “Autumn is creeping up fast I commented.”
“I agree.” She responded. She pulled her knit pullover closer to her shivering frame.
“What are we going to do tomorrow? Cam is bound to ask questions” I murmured, biting my chapped (and probably blue) lips with worry.
A silence descended upon us as she paused to mull over our situation. “Just shrug. It isn’t his business to know our past. The fact he was so ignorant he didn’t notice when we were going through a tough time.” She said certainly.
I nod. “When exactly did you… start?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew.
Freshman year, three weeks post friendship.
It was only after the one minute bell rang I emerged from the bathroom. I would now take refuge in a stall until a minute before the tardy bell, so I could avoid most teasing and jeering.
For once when I unlocked the stall door, I didn’t get a comment from the girls in the bathroom saying something like; “Oh look, it’s the try-hard.” or “Ew, you’re the girl who Colette left? I’m not surprised.”
Instead the girls had their heads ducked and were talking in hushed voices. Ignoring them, I walked over to the sink and washed my hands.
I glanced at myself in the mirror and gazed into my own eyes. They no longer held the childish happy glow they did before; instead they looked fatigued and held so much sadness. I did a once over, stopping when I saw my arm.
Three slashes were visible an inch above my elbow. I tugged at the sleeve of my shirt in an effort to pull it down and glimpsed at the gaggle of gossiping girls. To my relief they didn’t seem to notice my scars.
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