elizabethasheswife
(LISTEN- I wrote the beginning in 7th grade I'm getting there. Note- This description helps reader understand Piper's hatred for Camila, and happened in freshman year.)
The bell rang and I had snatched my backpack off the ground next to the water fountain, sprinting to the gym. We had a lacrosse game today against Livewood High, and I needed to be there. I burst into the locker room, taking off my Delaware hoodie. I had it in my hand as I frantically opened my locker. It was harder than I wanted it to be, but I did it.
From my left, I could hear voices mumbling about today's game. And it wasn't my fault I leaned in a little to hear more.
"Piper? Ha! She doesn't know how to tie her shoes correctly." One girl spoke, and a heavy heart sunk. I spent too much time with lacrosse. How dare they?
I peeked my head out a little bit more to see Camila Gracia. She complimented me all the time, offered me water after a grueling game. What the fuck?
I shook my head. I needed to focus. But I would never speak to that-
My head stopped racing. Uniform. Now. I had dressed as quickly as a girl could, sprinting out before anyone heard me. Fuck Camila Gracia.