In AP Physics, I noticed Chasity was scribbling down words in the margins of her notebook. I tried to peek at what she was writing and she shifted and blocked my view with her arm, shooting me an annoyed glance. I turned, and refocused on Mr. Gregson's droning.
At the end of class I caught her by the wrist, "Hey, what were you writing in your notebook?"
"Nothing."
When I open my locker at the end of the day, a folded piece of loose-leaf paper flutters out of my closet. It's just a margin, ripped off from the actual paper. Scribbled on it are words in Chasity's familiar hand writing.
HE MAKES ME FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN LIFE ITSELF AND HE GIVES ME A BUZZ LIKE THE LIQUOR HE LOVES. – CHASITY
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Cheap Chasity
Teen FictionShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
