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Bully
It was her. She was bending her head, busy bagging my groceries, and she had lost her slim figure, but I could recognize her. Her nails were painted purple, and her hands were still masculine, as I remembered. We went to the same middle school 25 years ago. She was a dazzling, perfect girl who immediately attracted attention. She was a head taller than me, black hair shining with vitality. She was the first one in my class that owned a watch, which meant more than owning an iphone X nowadays. She often polished her nails in bright colors that matched her stylish well-tailored clothes. We were ...
Used To Be
Used to be. Three words that hold a world of stories in their hands. Stories of the past. Things that happened that will never happen again, at least never in the same way. Well, I have one of those stories. It was in the tenth grade when it all started. Tina and I were placed in the same science class, sparking a friendship with literal sparks (physics experiment gone wrong). Before I met Tina, I would always eat lunch alone, longing to sit with one of the other kids around me, but they were never next to me. I had hoped that if I was nice enough, pleased everybody and brought each person up,...
Not so Princess Grace
I regret my decision. Why’d she drag me into this mess. I told her this was a bad idea. I could feel the biting air rush under my shirt to my skin. The temperature had to be below zero. Grace silently made her way towards the window she left open in the library a few hours prior. I watched as she smiled at me and climbed through the window. And suddenly, she disappeared. I called her name and she called back, “Hurry up, loser!” Wow, such a princess, am I right? It’s too late to turn back now. I struggled my way through the window. How’d Grace make this look so easy? I don’t have the athleti...
Knuckles
Do you ever not know what to do in a social situation? Like, when someone smilwww.onedoor.cces at you and, for whatever reason, your reaction is to bow? I know some of us are out there. If you’ve never bowed to someone, chances are you’ve been bowed to. Maybe both, who knows. I’m the kind of person that bows to strangers. So when I tell you that I have no friends, you know why. Now you might be thinking, ‘but you seem so clever and handsome.’ Well, thank you, but it has gotten me nowhere. I did have one friend. She understood me and laughed at my jokes and supported me... until she didn’t. Now I see her ...