As I bantered playfully with him, I couldn’t help but let a hint of frustration from this morning’s argument leach into my voice. Mingling with the sense of disappointment from my lack of wit, it expressed itself in sharp and cutting remarks. Worthless, yet rang true. So hurtful, that the bantering had taken a turn for the worse in five minutes flat. What once was light and childish had turned into a loud shouting match, full of obscenities. Back and forth we threw insults, exposing all our flaws for the world to see. But I didn’t care. For once, someone didn’t mind my half-disfigured face. For once, I was normal.
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On the Way to Forsaken
Teen FictionBeily Olline is a fifteen-year old victim of the Danone Fires which wiped out her whole neighborhood, except for her. However, it had left half her face burned and part of her hair growing in clumps. Yet, she still manages to keep a positive outlook...
